Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)

Chapter 590: I Thought This Was Your Invitation

After the kiss was over, Jameson Proctor was shut out of the bedroom door directly.He flexed his

fingers and knocked on the door with his knuckles, "Be reasonable and let me in, will you?"

Sharon Allyson's voice came from inside, "Did you just find out that I'm not reasonable?"

Jameson Proctor raised his hand to touch his bitten lip.His smile widened, and he returned to the

couch, lying down with one arm under his pillow.

In the bedroom, Sharon Allyson was not in the mood to take a shower and fell straight into bed.

The drug was probably taking effect now.Her eyelids began to fight, and she yawned several times.

Sharon Allyson pulled up on her back, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In the latter part of the night, she was awakened by the sound of thunder outside her window. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Sharon Allyson sat up sleepily and listened to the rumble of thunder and rain outside, with a cold

breeze blowing through the curtains and into the house every now and then.

She remembered that the quilt she carried out to Jameson Proctor was a little thin.

If the cold aggravated ...

She was the one who would suffer.

Thinking of this, Sharon Allyson found another quilt from the closet and took it out.

She gently pushed the door open and when she went out, she saw Jameson Proctor still working.

Sharon Allyson put the quilt next to him, "Did you finally get a conscience after two days of lying around

the house."

Jameson Proctor closed his computer, "I can't sleep anyway.Just using my time productively."

Sharon Allyson turned around, took the thermometer and measured him.

The temperature was normal and the fever had come down.

Sharon Allyson said, "All right, go to sleep.You'll be almost ready tomorrow"

Jameson Proctor said, "I don't think so."

Sharon Allyson put down the thermometer, "Are you going to sleep with wet hair again?"

"That's because I asked you to give me a hairdryer and you wouldn't lend it to me"

"You mean I made you sick?"

"I didn't say that."

Jameson Proctor glanced out the window, "It's pretty cold."

"I took your quilt out."

Jameson Proctor said, "I want to go back to my bedroom and sleep."

Sharon Allyson smiled at him, "Sweet dreams"

After going back to the bedroom, Sharon Allyson lay back down on the bed and slept straight through

until dawn this time.

She felt much better from the cold and her nose had cleared.She stretched out and was about to turn

over when she noticed a hand on her waist.

Sharon Allyson, "..."

Behind her, Jameson Proctor probably woke up, too, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good morning"

Sharon Allyson said, "As I recall, I should've locked the door last night"

"You're remembering wrong."

"How did you get in?"

"I thought you said you wished me good dreams, and I thought that was your invitation to me."

That didn't answer the question at all.It was a waste of time to ask.

Sharon Allyson’s brow jumped and she tried to get up, only to be held back.

Jameson Proctor closed his eyes and lowered his voice, "Don't move."

Sensing the change in her body, Sharon Allyson took a deep breath.

In the end, she didn't move.

After a while, Sharon Allyson took advantage of Jameson Proctor's inattention and quickly got out of

his arms.

After checking on the little one next door, Sharon Allyson spent the rest of the day in the bedroom

catching up on her designs.

Outside, Jacob Green came to deliver documents to Jameson Proctor a few times, but each time it was

like being a thief, afraid of being discovered by Sharon Allyson, and he came and went in a hurry.

In the evening, Jameson Proctor came knocking on the door, "Going for a walk?"

"You go.I'm not going."

"It's been a few days since you've been out.Isn't it hard for you to stay inside all the time?"

"You're the one who hasn't gone out for a few days, and today is the only day I've had."

"You should go out every day"

Sharon Allyson put down her pen and turned her head to look at him with little expression.

Jameson Proctor added, "Now that the rain has stopped, go out and get some fresh air"

Sharon Allyson did feel a little dizzy.

After a day of drawing designs, it was time to take a break and relax her eyes.

Downstairs, the rain had not long stopped, and water was everywhere on the ground.

The air was really nice, fresh and a little bit cool.

Sharon Allyson stretched out and moved her neck and arms.

She didn't take two steps before Jameson Proctor took her by the arm and pulled her to the inside of

the road.

Also at this time, a small car drove by on the side of the road and a few drops of mud splashed onto his

pants.

Sharon Allyson couldn't help but frown, but Jameson Proctor didn't react at all.

"You…”

Jameson Proctor said, "There's a park up ahead."

Sharon Allyson did not respond for a moment, "What?"

Jameson Proctor didn't answer, just took her hand and moved forward.

Sharon Allyson struggled in vain.

In the park, there were a lot of people scattered at this moment.

Besides some older people, most of them were young loving couples.

Not far away, someone was playing the guitar.

Sharon Allyson wanted to join the fun since she was here.

She took Jameson Proctor's hand, turned the direction and went to the place where the sound of the

guitar came from.

Not far away, a guy in his early twenties, dressed in a fashionable style with dreadlocks, was playing

the guitar.

Sharon Allyson pulled Jameson Proctor into the crowd just as he finished playing a song, and people in

the crowd kept ordering songs.

The boy looked around, then stopped his eyes on Sharon Allyson and smiled, "What song would this

pretty girl like to hear?"

Sharon Allyson froze and looked surprised, "Me?"

"Yes, it's you, beautiful.I notice you at once in the crowd.This may be the fate ..."

Before the boy could finish his sentence, he saw that her hand was being held by a man who was

looking at him coldly and immediately withdrew his desire to strike up a conversation.

Sharon Allyson said, "I'm fine with whatever.

Just play any song you want.

The boy plucked his guitar and tossed his hair in front of his forehead, "Then I'll give you a song called

‘Happy Breakup’ Jameson Proctor, "..."

Sharon Allyson didn't hold back and burst out laughing.

With the sound of music, the original cheerful atmosphere was instantly immersed in sadness.

The night sky was dyed with a faint sadness of departure.

After the end of the song, the boy said, "Beauty, how about it? After listening to this song, do you feel

like breaking up?"

Without waiting for Sharon Allyson to speak, Jameson Proctor said indifferently, "Don't you feel

embarrassed to play so poorly?"

The boy took the bait, "You wanna show me?"

Jameson Proctor snorted and was about to go forward, but his hand was pulled.

Sharon Allyson whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Teaching him a lesson."

"How old is he and how old are you? What's the point of fighting with him?"

Jameson Proctor's lips curled and he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I have no intention of

fighting him.Just watch."

After that, he let go of Sharon Allyson's hand, walked over to the boy, took the guitar from him, plucked

the strings and tuned it.

Just this one action caused a group of young girls to gather around to scream one after another.

"So handsome!"

Sharon Allyson could not help but stroke her forehead.

Just watch? Watch him showing off? The boys looked at this scene and snorted, hands on his chest,

waiting to see a good show.