Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 611: There Are Some Similarities

Sharon Allyson looked away, avoiding his gaze.

"It's...it's about the same. What else can it be?"

Jameson Proctor pinched her chin and forcefully turned her gaze over.

He said slowly, "It seems that you don't know me well enough"

Just as the man's thin lips were about to fall, Sharon Allyson pushed him away.

"Get up.I have something to tell you."

"Why do you have to get up to talk about it?"

Sharon Allyson, "..."

She pinched Jameson Proctor's waist, and the latter grunted.

Sharon Allyson took the opportunity to climb out of his body and get out of bed. She searched the room but could not replace any paper or pen.

Jameson Proctor sat by the bed with his hands behind his back, his gaze following her figure.

"What are you looking for?"

"Paper and paper, do you have any?"

"No, call the front desk and ask them to send it."

Alright.

Sharon Allyson walked to the head of the bed and called the front desk.

Ten minutes later, the hotel staff delivered paper and pencil.

Sharon Allyson sat on the sofa and calmed down, quickly sketching the lines on the paper.

After a while, Jameson Proctor sat next to her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"What are you drawing? Didn't you have something to tell me?"

Sharon Allyson said, "It will be ready soon."

As she spoke, she patted the hand on her waist again, serious and serious.

"Let go."

Jameson Proctor could only retract his hand and lean against the sofa behind him, watching her paint.

After about twenty minutes, a man's face appeared on the white paper.

Sharon Allyson added more details.

Jameson Proctor's gaze fell on the drawing paper and he narrowed his eyes.

He suddenly asked, "When you drew me, I didn't see you so serious."

Sharon Allyson.

Looking at the almost completed painting in front of him, Sharon Allyson placed it in front of Jameson Proctor. "This is Harry Hood."

"I guessed it, so I can't understand why you said he was similar to me."

Sharon Allyson's eyelids twitched as she looked at him expressionlessly.

"Continue" Jameson Proctor said.

"Maybe I didn't draw his demeanor, but I think... From a certain point of view, he is somewhat similar to you."

"Are you trying to say that he is another illegitimate child left behind by the old man?"

"Then he should be similar to Jefferey.What does it have to do with you!"

"Is that so?"

Jameson Proctor raised his eyebrows.

Sharon Allyson was too lazy to bother with him and said, "I heard you say before that you haven't seen any other relatives besides Charlotte, so I was wondering if..."

Jameson Proctor rubbed her hair.

"Baby, you're thinking too much. You haven't seen them because they're all dead"

Sharon Allyson was stunned for a few seconds.

"But didn't you say that you didn't ask Charlotte about this?"

"I didn't ask, but I did investigate."

After a while, Sharon Allyson finally said, "Maybe I was thinking too much. She had only met Harry Hood a few times and felt that he was like Jameson Proctor.It was only the moment when she first met him.It might just be an illusion.

"It's getting late.Go to sleep."

Jameson Proctor looked at the drawing paper on the coffee table.

His eyes darkened and he pursed his thin lips.

Sharon Allyson drew very well and also drew out Harry Hood's expression.

Jameson Proctor had to deal with work in South City and went directly to the living room outside.

Sharon Allyson lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep at all. She tossed and turned for a while and took out her phone to dial Robert Hood's number.

After the call was connected, she held her breath and said, "It's me. How is the child?"

Robert Hood said, "We had another examination today. The condition has stabilized, and we are also formulating a treatment plan. So, I guess this...is good news, right?" "Yes, thank you."

"You are welcome.I still have something to do, so I will hang up first."

"Okay."

After putting away his phone, Sharon Allyson looked out of the window.

Her extremely uneasy heart finally calmed down.

At least, everything was going in a good direction now.

In a few minutes, Sharon Allyson's phone rang a few times. She opened it and saw that it was a message from Robert Hood.

There were two pictures of the little one.

One was the picture of him sitting in the baby bed, pulling on the ears of the little toys.

The other was the one he was sleeping with his little fists clenched.

Sharon Allyson kept the two photos and looked at them longingly for the whole night before she finally felt sleepy.

It was not until the sound of breathing in the bedroom became even that Jameson Proctor put down the document in his hand, got up, walked to the balcony, and dialed Charlotte Clarke's number. However, it was off.

Jameson Proctor's face was cold, and he dialed Jacob Green's number again.

"Is there any news from Mu City?"

"No, Mr.Proctor. Did something happen to Madam Clarke?"

"Get someone to take a look tomorrow morning"

"Okay."

Jameson Proctor was silent for a moment before saying, "Get the people from South City to investigate my mother's identity and background, as well as her connection to River City."

On the other end of the phone, Jacob Green was stunned and immediately replied, "I will give the order now."

Jameson Proctor nodded and put away his phone. He looked into the distance.

At this time, there was no one by the river.

Only the ferry in the distance was emitting a faint light.

Sharon Allyson slept until the latter half of the night. She felt that there was another person beside her.She opened her eyes in a daze.

For a moment, she was not sure if she had forgiven him or not.

Before she could do anything, Jameson Proctor had already pulled her into his embrace. His voice was filled with tiredness.

"Close your eyes and continue sleeping."

Sharon Allyson dazedly closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

The man was even more insatiable.

He reached into her pajamas and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

She didn't know if it was because she had slept too much these past two days, but Sharon Allyson woke up at the first glimmer of dawn. She was no longer as soft as she was yesterday. She felt full of spirit and strength. She looked at the man who was still sleeping next to her and gently caressed his furrowed brows.

In fact, she didn't know what she could blame him for.

She knew the truth very well.

In the end, she was angry that she had been close to the edge of the truth countless times, but was easily deceived by him.

She was also on the verge of emotional breakdown.

But if she really took the child back, she could not give the little fellow any protection which Jameson Proctor had given him.

In the past, she often felt that the existence of this child was meaningless to Jameson Proctor.

To him, it was a burden and a shackle.

It was a burden that he wanted to give up.It was only when the child was sick and she came to River City.

That she discovered that Jameson Proctor's concern for the child was far beyond her knowledge.

It was just that the way he expressed it was different.

Jameson Proctor had always been like this since he was a child.

He was stubborn and soft-hearted.

Although he said that he disliked the child, he had done so much for him.

From the moment the child was born until now, he was the only one who had shouldered everything.