Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 455: You Don't Have to Explain

"What happened?" Asked Sharon.

Tiffany let out a long sigh and replied sorrowfully, "Daniel came to me and said he was leaving"

Sharon frowned, "When?"

"Don't know yet. Probably after the capture of Tavis Beale."

"Stop, I'm making a call....."

After some noise, Sharon came back, "I mean, you have to talk to him and make things clear. You can't just let him go like that!"

"It's fine. Just let him go....."

Tiffany lay on the sofa, already drunk from the alcohol, "I'll just hang out with Ruben instead.I can buy him things, you know?"

"Tiff.....Jameson Proctor!"

Tiffany seemed to realize that she had made a mistake.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye!"

She quickly cut off the call and felt that she had saved herself from some fatal damage.

Sharon turned to Jameson, "You are so annoying!"

Jameson looked at her, "Leaving me alone in the middle of it.Aren't you annoying?"

Perhaps feeling guilty, she softly answered, "I can't just leave Tiffany like that."

Jameson held her by the waist, "Let's get back to business, babe."

The next day, Sharon woke up long past the alarm. She felt exhausted and pain all over her body.She suddenly regretted coming back. She couldn't spend every night like that. After lying in bed for a while, Sharon got up and went to the shower. She felt much better after it.

When she got out, Jameson had just come back with breakfast.

"Good morning"

"Why did you turn off my alarm clock?"

Jameson put the bags down, "Didn't you complain about being sleepy last night?"

"I have to go to work!"

"I asked already. You're not busy these days." Sharon curled her lips.

He sure knew how to replace excuses.

She sat before the table and started eating.

"Have you decided?" Jameson asked.

"What?"

"Moving back to Star Lake Mansion."

Sharon laughed dryly, "It'll take some time. Besides, did you even give me any time to think about it? So.....Let's talk about it later, OK?"

"Give me a specific time."

"A week?"

"Fine." He agreed so quickly!

"I should've said a month. She thought to herself.

Jameson saw her disappointed face and said, "Finish eating. I'll drive you to the studio."

"You're not going to the company?"

"In the afternoon."

Sharon nodded and went back to her breakfast.

At noon.

The black Rolls-Royce stopped at the studio.

"So I'll see you later."

Sharon untied her seatbelt.

"I'll pick you up tonight."

"Nah, I'll just call a cab."

Sharon saw Jameson's indisputable face and knew there was no chance.

After Sharon had left, Jameson called Jacob Green, "She's in the studio now.I'll pick her up tonight, so watch the time." "Yes, Mr.Proctor."

Jacob answered, "Are you sure that we don't need to change place?"

"There's no need."

The Proctors and Evie Rowland are both watching him closely.

It would only make them suspect more if he frequently changed places.

After hanging up the call, Jameson put down his phone on the co-pilot seat and immediately drove away.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the hospital.

Jacob came over the second Jameson got off the car.

"Mr.Proctor."

"How is it?"

"The operation was finished at 6 this morning. But he's still in ICU. It's not past the danger stage yet"

Jameson stopped outside the ICU, watching the unconscious man attached with a breathing tube. "Have you found them?"

"No, Talon and Natalia are still not found. But we did replace the man who tampered with the car. He said it was.....Natalia who had ordered him to do it." Jameson snorted, unsurprised. "Where have you checked?"

"We've checked through everyone related to the Beale Family and all the estates under the Beale Group."

Jacob continued, "And Mr.Proctor, I think Talon and Natalia Beale are running separately, so we have to split our group as well."

"Just replace Natalia. Talon Beale is being taken care of by others."

"Got it."

Jameson stood outside for two minutes and ordered before he left, "You stay here until he wakes up. And then come back to the company." "Of course, sir."

In the studio.

Tiffany was bending over her desk when Sharon arrived, sighing repeatedly.

"Have you eaten?" Asked Sharon.

"Probably.Not sure"

"What do you want to eat? Let's go."

"I want to eat the bitterness of love."

Tiffany put herself together and asked, "By the way, so you moved back with that piece of..... Jameson Proctor?"

"The Beale's was burnt, so I....."

"OK. You don't have to explain.I fully understand."

Tiffany smirked, "But that means, I can't call you at night anymore, right?"

"Oh shut up. What are you talking about?"

Sharon pretended to be annoyed.

At this moment, one of the girls knocked and walked in.

"Tiffany, your flowers."

"Mine?"

The girl nodded and delivered the bunch, jealousy all over her face.

"Daniel is so nice to you. He sends you flowers every once in a while. If only my boyfriend were half as romantic!"

Tiffany was really surprised. She thought Daniel had no reason to do such a thing anymore. As she was reading the card that came with the flowers, she felt like throwing up.