Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)

Chapter 92: Are You A Turtle?

You Walk So Slowly! Jameson didn't even look at her as he withdrew his hand and walked up the stairs

with his long legs.

After following a few steps, Sharon couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to go anywhere else? If not, I'll

go back."

"No one told you that you should be more active when you're pregnant?"

Sharon said seriously, "The doctor only told me to rest more and to stay away from those annoying

people and things as far as possible."

Jameson glanced over.

"However, being with Mr.Proctor can make me happy.Where else do you want to go? Let's make it

quick.Otherwise, it will be dark soon.’

Jameson looked at the forced smile on her face and sneered, "I'm not going."

Sharon took a deep breath, it better be that.

The road back seemed to be much shorter than it was to this place, and it didn't take long for them to

reach the door.

Sharon said, "Then I'll go upstairs.Call me if you need anything."

Without waiting for Jameson to reply, she ran away.

After returning to her room, Sharon sat in front of the bed and opened the draft.

However, she picked up the pen and did not draw.

Right now, her mind was filled with images of Jameson standing at the stern of the boat, stretching out

his hand towards her.

After Sharon finished drawing, she habitually signed her name on the draft.

She put down her pen and stretched when Tiffany called.

Tiffany said, "Sharon, what are you doing?"

Just as Sharon was about to reply, she looked down and saw the painting on the table.

She didn't know if it was due to guilt, but she immediately closed the draft and smiled awkwardly,

"Nothing ...I just drew a draft.What's wrong?"

Fortunately, Tiffany did not notice her strangeness.

She only said, "I'm so bored in South City alone.It will be weekend tomorrow.Why don't I come and

have fun with you for some days? The photos you sent me earlier are quite nice."

Before Sharon could think about it, she subconsciously said, "Don't!"

Tiffany was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"I mean ...it's too far.Moreover, you only have two days, so you can't have much time for fun.Next

time.The next time you have a long vacation, you can come here."

"Alright then, I saw Asher several days ago.He and that home wrecker were very intimate.Back then,

he pretended that he was going to die without me.It's really disgusting.Men are all liars.They always

yearn for more and can never be satisfied."

So what? Once Asher left, he busied himself.

Feelings were nothing to people like him.

Even Asher was like this, let alone...

Tiffany complained for a while, then told Sharon to take care of herself and hung up.

Sharon put down her phone and opened the draft book again.

After thinking for a while, she tore off the page and rolled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

She took a deep breath and picked up her spirits.

She began to draw a draft of the design.

Sharon was immersed in her work, completely unaware that it was getting darker and darker.

After a long time, the door was knocked twice.

Jameson's voice sounded, "Sharon, are you asleep?"

Sharon got up and reluctantly opened the door, "Mr.Proctor, what's the matter?"

"Go out for dinner.’ Only then did Sharon realize that it was time for dinner.

However, didn't this jerk refuse to eat out? Why did he change his mind? Jameson looked out of the

window and said, "It's cold tonight.Bring a coat.’

"Oh."

Sharon went back to her room to get a coat and went downstairs.

When she left the house, she saw the Maybach that was parked by the roadside.

When Sharon saw Jameson walk over with long legs, she thought that they would go somewhere far

away.

Food was the most important thing for human, so it was better to stop being pretentious at this time.

But what she didn't expect was that when she opened the door to the back seat, Jameson also opened

the door to the driver's seat.

Sharon was lost for words.

Jameson looked at her with an unhappy face, "Sit in front."

Sharon silently closed the door and walked to the passenger seat.

On the way, Sharon had been looking out of the window, wanting to ask Jameson where they were

going.

But he would probably not answer, so she gave up.

As the car drove farther and farther away, the surrounding became brighter and brighter.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Sharon guessed that they should be in the downtown.

This jerk was quite picky about the place for his meal.

He had to come all the way here to eat.

After Jameson stopped the car, they walked forward.

There were many people here.

Sharon was pregnant, and her legs weren't as long as his.

Not long after, she was squeezed and left a long way behind.

She wasn't in a hurry.

It was best if they got separated.

They would eat on their own and went home without disturbing each other.

But not long after, she heard a cold and deep male voice above her head, "Are you a turtle? You walk

so slowly!"

Sharon replied without thinking, "Are you an ostrich? You walk so fast!"

Jameson was overwhelmed.

Sharon did not know what kind of place he was taking her to.

Her belly had long since started to rumble, and the baby was also protesting, causing her to feel sick.

She wanted to vomit but unable to.

Jameson saw that her face was a little pale and her lips were slightly pursed.

It was rare for him to not lose his temper.

He only said, "We'll be there in five minutes."

"If I had known that you were so picky, I would have eaten two steamed buns at home."

Jameson's face darkened, "Sharon, don't push me."

Sharon ignored him and continued forward.

Jameson was half a step away from her and slowly followed behind her.

He blocked the crowd for her.

When Sharon noticed this, she felt even more irritated and unconsciously quickened her pace.

But before she could walk far, Jameson's voice sounded, "Here we are."

Sharon followed his line of sight and saw endless bright yellow lights and stalls on both sides of the

street.

All kinds of snacks, accessories, toys, clothes...Everything was dazzling.

"This is...?"

Before she could finish asking, Jameson had lifted his leg and walked in.

The jerk's kindness lasted for less than two minutes.

Standing on the street filled with stalls of snacks, Jameson looked at Sharon and said, "What do you

want to eat?"

Sharon didn't stand on ceremony with him.

She ordered a lot of snacks in one breath and then asked symbolically, "How about you?" This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Just take care of yourself.’

OK.

She was just asking randomly.

Just as Sharon was about to find a place to sit down, she realized that Jameson was standing there

alone with no intention of moving.

She kindly reminded, "Mr.Proctor, the waiter will send them over when they are ready.You don't have to

wait here for it.’

Jameson said, "I know.’

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Sharon seemed to have heard him gritting his teeth.