Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 97: Maybe It's My Fault

After Mary left, Charlotte whispered to Sharon, "Did you fight again?"

Was it so obvious? Sharon tried to say something but she was too embarrassed to tell Charlotte the reason.

She could only lie calmly, "There's nothing serious. Perhaps he was in a bad mood."

Seemingly clear about the whole thing, Charlotte sighed, "He has always been into putting on a long face to others since his childhood."

Sharon thought to herself. It was just as what she had expected.

Charlotte said, "Alright, just leave him alone. Let's have dinner.It was not long before Jameson came out after changing his clothes. He was still having a frosty look, as if someone here owed him money. Everything had been okay before she knew Jameson was Charlotte's son.

Now that she know that, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed to sit at the dining table with them.

She naturally regarded herself as an outsider, let alone interfering with their affairs.

However, during dinner, Sharon observed them carefully.

Perhaps because of their respective personality, Charlotte and Jameson dealt with each other in a plain and natural way.

They neither gave too much attention nor showed estrangement and indifference, which was quite different from their last meeting.

This was good.

For Sharon, she only had vague memories of her mother.

She forgot her mother's appearance, and even details about daily life with her mother.

Even if one day, Josh told her that she was abandoned by someone else, and was picked up by him, she would believe it.

When it came to Josh, her thoughts were wandering.

After that night, she consciously tried to blot out Josh, deceiving herself that he was dead.

He must be spending his time at leisure somewhere with a large amount of money.

If possible, she wished he would never appear again in her life.

After dinner, Charlotte went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Sharon was about to go upstairs to have a rest when Jameson grabbed her wrist and said, "Where are you going?"

"Go to bed. Or where else can I go?"

He frowned and said, "Are you a pig? Can you still fall asleep after the whole day's rest?"

Sharon looked at him calmly.

"Mr.Proctor, is there anything I can do for you?"

Jameson rose from the chair and said indifferently, "Go out for a walk with me."

"Mr.Proctor, I have walked along this street with you for countless times these days. Please take your time and do it yourself. I won't..."

"Go with me or not?"

Sharon was speechless with rage.

She complained to herself, 'This jerk was really annoying.

Apart from threatening her, he could do nothing!' She angrily took a step forward and said, "Fine, go!"

Jameson smiled faintly and then followed behind her.

The neighbors had returned from work, and the streets were bustling with people.

Some elder women passing by even greeted Sharon occasionally.

However, when they saw the man behind her, they showed surprise and seized up the couple, finally giving a knowing expression.

Soon, Sharon felt quite embarrassed and even wanted to replace somewhere to hide.

Things were worse now.

The jerk said that night that he was married, and now everyone knew she was pregnant.

There must be all kinds of rumors about them hereafter.

Nevertheless, Jameson, who always took these things seriously, seemed not to notice anything.

He remained calm, and kept a distance of half a meter behind her.

Sharon quickened her pace and perfunctorily walked along the street to the end.

She said, "Mr.Proctor, maybe you can walk on by yourself.I really want to go back."

This time, he said nothing and only agreed in a low voice.

On the way back, Sharon finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr.Proctor, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"How long will it take you to complete the rest of your work here?"

Jameson turned to her with a cold gaze.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Sharon stopped and said sincerely, "I feel that people tend to gossip about a man and a woman living in the same house anyway, even if they are a normal couple, let alone a divorced couple like us who should keep a distance in all aspects ...Of course, I'm not driving you away. You can stay here as you please.I mean I can take a hotel room for a couple of days."

Jameson said coldly, "Why didn't you remember to keep a distance from me when you seduced me?"

"...Sharon blushed slightly and was somewhat shy to say anything.

"Mr.Proctor, can you ...use another word? To be exact, it was mutual at that time.Don't make it sound like I forced you."

"Maybe you were daydreaming about that" Jameson said and then left.

"This is just my suggestion, Mr.Proctor.I believe you should have noticed it as well. It is really improper for us to live together now,' Sharon said.

"What do we mean to each other?"

"We're divorced now..."

Jameson mercilessly interrupted her, "We're divorced now but still bedmates, aren't we?"

Sharon felt that she really couldn't continue chatting with him anymore.

'Couldn't he talk like a normal person?'

Obviously, Jameson didn't want to talk to her either.

Neither of them spoke during the rest of the journey.Jameson did not walk behind her as before, and quickly left her far away behind him.

Sharon was a little tired after a long walk, so she sat down in a chair to have a rest.

The jerk was really bad-tempered.

He just got angry all of a sudden.

She was just discussing with him, but she didn't mean it.

Even if she moved out, she would be the one who was suffering.

Sharon sat there for more than ten minutes.

Although she was still annoyed, she felt much more refreshed than before after walking.

She took a deep breath and rose to her feet.

When she was about to return, she saw Jameson standing not far away and staring at her coldly.

She even did not know when he had returned.

Perhaps because she was pregnant and a sentimental person, her tears fell when she felt somewhat aggrieved, coupled with the influence of the wind. Jameson was speechless.

He walked up to her and said, "Do you think you have a point?"

Although his words were still unpleasant, his tone was much softer than before.

Sharon turned her head and rubbed her eyes.

"No one else has a point when you're at odds with them. Whatever you say is right, and others are always wrong and scheming.'

"You're always more eloquent than me. No one beats you in this."

"Then don't talk to me." Jameson smiled.

He couldn't tell whether she was Childish, or their fight.

Sharon felt more and more aggrieved, and burst into tears.

Just as she was about to leave him alone, he suddenly grabbed her wrist to him and gently patted her back.

"Alright, maybe it's my fault. Don't cry, darling.' Sharon was stunned in his arms and said unwillingly, "Maybe?"

Jameson said, "Don't push your luck."

"Fine."