Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)

The next day, when Sharon woke up, the sun was shining brightly outside the window.

She went downstairs, yawning. She caught a glimpse of a person sitting in the courtyard.

"Good morning, Charlotte."

"It's almost ten o'clock. It's getting around noon."

Sharon felt it didn't sound like Charlotte.

She rubbed her eyes and found the person sitting at the stone table was not Charlotte, but Jameson.

He was eating breakfast.

Stunned, Sharon asked, "Where's Charlotte?"

"She has gone out.'

"Why are you here?" Sharon said in shock.

Jameson turned to look at her and said indifferently, "Why can't I be here?"

That was kind of true. He was Charlotte's son.

It was reasonable for him to be here.

But... Had they been reconciled? Noticing the confusion on her face, Jameson withdrew his gaze and said, "If you continue standing here idle, it will be time for lunch.'

Only then did Sharon recover from shock. She went to the kitchen to get breakfast.

Sitting opposite Jameson, she noticed that the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up and the collar was slightly open.

It seemed that he stayed here last night.

There were three vacant rooms, but she didn't expect him to move in so quickly! Didn't he need to collect himself first? They were living under the same roof again and eating breakfast at the same table. Sharon had an indescribable feeling.

Jameson put down his spoon and said, "Eat your food. Stop looking at me.'

Sharon lowered her head and took a small sip of porridge. Halfway through the meal, someone knocked at the door twice.

Immediately after, Jacob came in with a suitcase and said, "Mr.Proctor, your clothes are here.'

Sharon was even more confused. Was he going to stay long here? Jameson said, "Put it there."

Jacob nodded slightly and bowed to Sharon before turning away.

Shock choked her words.

After a long silence, she recovered and said, "Mr.Proctor, ...aren't you going back to the South City?" "Why the rush? Do you think the resort hotel can be completed in a day or two?" Sharon was silent.

She regretted asked asking that.

Charlotte hadn't returned until noon. Jameson was working in the yard.

Sharon wanted to go to her room to draw the drafts, but every time she moved, Jameson asked her to pour him a glass of water.

After a few times, Sharon was a little angry.

"Mr.Proctor, I am not your servant!"

Jameson said, without looking up, "How can you give me that attitude? Don't want to thank me?"

Sharon said, "...Mr.Proctor, wait a moment.I will go now.'

Indeed, any favor from others would pervert the words of the righteous.

It was almost noon when Sharon received a phone call from Charlotte.

After the big party last night, Mary organized a trip for the middle-aged.

She took a group of people to the nearby scenic spots.

They would come back in two days.

Charlotte said, "Sharon, you and Jameson have to dine out the next two days. Don't argue with Jameson."

After being silent for a long time, Sharon asked, "Charlotte, has the misunderstanding between you and Jameson ended?"

"Almost. Jameson is stubborn but soft-hearted. You and he... Forget it. Let's talk about it when I come back.'

After hanging up, Sharon looked up at the sky and frowned with displeasure. Being alone with Jameson for two days was torment for her.

She returned to the courtyard and said weakly, "Mr.Proctor, let's go out for lunch. Charlotte will not be back until tomorrow afternoon.' Jameson said, "Can't you cook?"

"...I'm disgusted with the odor of cooking oil."

After a pause, Jameson closed his computer, got up, and then entered the kitchen.

Sharon followed and saw him taking a fish out of the bucket.

Then he flushed it, picked up a knife, and prepared to chop it up.

Sharon swallowed and asked, "Mr.Proctor, can you gut fish?"

"It's none of your business. Get out."

"No, I heard it screaming..."

Jameson was displeased.

"Fish can't scream.' Sharon said tentatively, "Why don't we dine out?"

They had been married for three years, but she had never seen Jameson cook.

She was afraid that he couldn't handle the fish.Jameson looked at her, his face expressionless.

Sharon compromised and left the kitchen.

Not long after, she saw waves of black smoke rising from the kitchen.

It looked as if Jameson was cooking with firewood.

About twenty minutes later, Jameson walked out with a livid face.

His expensive white shirt was Stained black all over. Sharon bit her lips tightly to suppress her laughter.

Jameson shot her a cold glance and said, "Sit still."

Then he turned around and strode to his room.

Sharon couldn't help but laugh aloud.

For the first time in a long time, she saw Jameson in such a sorry state.

Ten minutes later, when Jameson came out again, he had changed his clothes, his hair half dry.

It was obvious that he had just taken a bath.

There was a knock on the door again.

Jacob brought over the head chef of the hotel.

Sharon was lost for words.

The rich could do whatever they want.

It was so inhuman.

By the time they had lunch, it was already half past one in the afternoon.

Fortunately, Sharon was not very hungry because of the late breakfast, but she was drowsy while waiting.

Noticing her eyelids drooping, Jameson said lightly, "Go to bed if you're sleepy. I'll call you when food's ready."

Hearing this, Sharon immediately woke up and shook her head with a dry smile.

"No need.I'm not sleepy now.' Jameson snorted and ignored her.

After the meal was ready, the chef took his leave.

After dinner, Sharon went to wash the dishes, but as soon as she got up, Jameson said, "Leave it there. I'll ...let Jacob wash it later."

Sharon thought it was dishonorable.

"It's not worth bothering Mr.Green.I can do it."

Hearing that, Jameson snorted, "Whatever you want.'

Sharon turned down the corners of her mouth and then entered the kitchen.

She had the habit of taking a nap at noon.

When she finished washing the dishes and went out, she saw Jameson talking on the phone.

She went upstairs without talking to him. When washing the dishes just now, she accidentally wet the clothes.

Sharon took a nightgown from the wardrobe. When she was about to get changed, the door opened.

Jameson said, "Sharon..."

Sharon was so embarrassed that she grabbed the pillow on her bed and threw it over. Jameson closed the door.

Sharon quickly put on her nightgown and rushed out.

"Mr.Proctor, can you please knock before you enter others' bedrooms?"

Jameson leaned against the wall and looked at her.

"I never enter other people's bedrooms."