Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)

Chapter 577: What Should I Forgive You For?

Sharon Allyson stared at his injured arm, and within two seconds, took the things back, "No, thanks."

Jameson Proctor's thin lips pursed as he spoke slowly, "Still not over it?"

Sharon Allyson spoke expressionlessly, "Over what?"

Jameson Proctor, "..." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Luckily, at least she was willing to talk to him.

At that moment, the elevator door opened, and Sharon Allyson walked out with her things.

She left the bag of stuff at the door and freed her hand to press the code.

When the door opened, she went in with her stuff.

The door didn't close.

Jameson Proctor saw this and licked his lips without a trace.

Did she leave it open for him? Did that just happen? Sharon Allyson went in, put the stuff on the table,

and then asked Ruben, "How was he this afternoon? Did he cry?"

Ruben said, "No, he’s good."

The corner of Sharon Allyson's lips lifted, and she went to sit down in front of the little one who was

playing with his toys, "Go and rest for a while.I've bought some food.If you are hungry, you can warm it

up and eat it."

Ruben said, "I'll go wash some fruit."

He had just gotten up when he saw the person who pushed open the door and walked in.

Ruben said, "There doesn't seem to be any fruit left.I'll go downstairs and buy some"

He said and walked away quickly.

Jameson Proctor closed the door, walked to Sharon Allyson next to him, and sat down on the sofa very

calmly.

The little one saw him, showed two small teeth, and giggled a few times.

Jameson Proctor's thin lips lifted and hooked his finger at him.

The little guy immediately put down his toys and crawled over.

Sharon Allyson, "..."

Didn't they hate each other before? It seemed that the relationship had been cultivated well during this

time.

Sharon Allyson took a deep breath and got up to boil water to mix formula for the little one.

When the temperature of the water was adjusted just right, Sharon Allyson poured it into the bottle and

shook it.

She turned around and was ready to go over, but he was right in front of her.

Jameson Proctor propped his hands on the edge of the table, trapping her in his arms, "How mad are

you?"

Sharon Allyson looked up and met his gaze, "As mad as I should be."

Jameson Proctor, "..."

He laughed low and leaned a little closer to her with the tip of his nose next to hers, "I'm sorry.Please

don't be mad anymore, okay? Forgive me"

Sharon Allyson was unmoved, "I gave you plenty of chances before, but you didn't seem to care.I was

like a fool, played by you.I even suspected for a while that I was crazy and wanted to go to the doctor,

and even in that case, you didn't tell me the truth.What do you think I should forgive you for? Forgive

you for making a fool out of me?"

Jameson Proctor said, "Well, actually, I stopped you from going to a doctor."

"Yes, if I had gone to one, I would feel more like a lunatic.Jameson Proctor touched her hair by her ear,

"Even if you were a lunatic, you were the most beautiful one."

Sharon Allyson looked at him with a blank face.

Jameson Proctor went on, "I was going to tell you everything after bringing him out of the Proctor

family.I just did not expect the accident.I didn't want to hide it from you for so long, but I didn't know

how to open up to you, and I was afraid that after you found out, you would just ignore me like you are

now."

His voice was a little deep, mixed with despondency.

Sharon Allyson sneered, "I'm so sorry"

Jameson Proctor said, "It's what a man should do, to take the responsibility."

Sharon Allyson pushed him away, "Get out of my way."

Jameson Proctor didn't move.

His dark eyes were fixed on her, "Baby, give me one more chance, okay?"

"So you're not gonna move?"

Sharon Allyson stepped on his foot, and before he could react, she bent down and got out of his arms.

Sitting next to the little one, she poured a little milk on the back of her hand to make sure it was just the

right temperature.

Sharon Allyson picked the little one up and fed him.

The little one sat in her arms, holding the bottle with both hands, and finished it in no time.

He looked up at Sharon Allyson, waving the bottle with his little hands, and said happily, "Ma-Ma--"

Sharon Allyson's face raised a smile and put him back into the toy pile, "Go play"

Jameson Proctor walked over and squatted in front of him with one leg bent, his fingers tickling his

chin, "Call daddy."

The little guy glanced at him without any reaction.

His mouth just kept muttering, "Ma-Ma--"

Jameson Proctor's temples jumped.

When did he learn to call people? And he only called mama.

Seeing that the little guy was concentrating on playing with his toys and had no intention of paying

attention to him, Jameson Proctor took the toys out of his hands and patiently repeated, "Call daddy."

The little guy saw his beloved toy gone, his mouth deflated, turned his head and hugged Sharon

Allyson's leg, squeezed out some tears, "Ma-Ma--"

Sharon Allyson looked at Jameson Proctor, "Why are you so annoying? What's the point of messing

with him?"

"He won't call me."

"Isn't that normal?"

Jameson Proctor frowned in displeasure, "What's normal about it?"

Sharon Allyson put the aggrieved little one back in her arms, "Children can tell the difference between

good and bad.He knows you're a bad person."

"Didn't you see that he was happy when I came just now?"

"He was just being polite."

Jameson Proctor, "..."

She was a quick learner.

Sharon Allyson brought another toy to the little one, and he instantly smiled.

Jameson Proctor looked over at her and whispered, "I want to hold him, too."

Sharon Allyson, "..."

He was acting cute with that voice.

Sharon Allyson was just about to hand the little one to him when she was embraced in his arms, and

the familiar smell lingered in her nose.

Without waiting for Sharon Allyson to say anything, Jameson Proctor's voice came through, "You

promised me that you would be with me when I was in the hospital, but when I woke up, I didn't see

you at all."

"Can you stop talking to me in that voice?"

Goosebumps were rising.

"Can't you see that I'm trying to amuse you?"

"I think you're trying to kill me."

Jameson Proctor grunted softly, "You have no conscience."

Sharon Allyson said, "No, I fed it to a dog."

The little one had probably been squeezed in their arms and was now grunting and trying to get out.

Sharon Allyson pushed Jameson Proctor away and moved to the side with the little one in her arms,

distancing herself from him.

Jameson Proctor took off his jacket and got up, pulling up his sleeves as he walked toward the kitchen.

Sharon Allyson said, "What are you doing?"

Jameson Proctor said, "Let me make a meal for you."

"Don't you move my..."

Boom! The sound of a plate shattering.

Sharon Allyson was now able to listen to him break these dishes with equanimity.