Chapter 74: Are You Just Pretending to Be Hurt?

Sharon coughed and unnaturally looked away.Although they were clear about this matter, how
embarrassing it was to Say it out.

Jameson looked at her coldly, his handsome features showing no emotions at all.

After a few seconds, Sharon lifted the blanket and said, "I've caused trouble for Mr.Proctor today.I'll
leave first..."

Jameson stood in front of the bed, his hands in his pockets, his expression cold.

Sharon was originally weak.

Forcing herself to get out of bed had exhausted almost all of her strength.

The moment she stepped on the ground, her eyes darkened and she subconsciously grabbed
something to prevent herself from falling down.

After she got better, she looked at her hands.

She grabbed Jameson's shirt.

Sharon managed a weak smile and retracted her hand.

However, after losing the support, she could not help but fall backwards.

Jameson reached out his hand and wrapped it around her waist.

The momentous inertia caused them to fall onto the bed together.

Sharon blinked her eyes, her face red and her eyes wet.

Jameson reached out his hands to steady himself above her on the bed.



He stared at her and his voice was husky and alluring.

"What did that look mean?"

Sharon turned her gaze away.

What did he mean? She just felt that she was burning, and she couldn't help but...want to get close to
him.

Jameson grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

He said slowly, "Tell me what you want to do."

Sharon did not answer.

She just felt that even if they were so close, she couldn't know what he was thinking.

Today in the office, he acted like a piece of ice that could not be melted, cold and heartless.

However, in the blink of an eye, he rushed over to a place where he shouldn't appear to save her.

In order to wreak vengeance on her, there was no limit for him.

He just did a trick and she bore tens of millions in debt.

However, he had never mentioned that Josh had asked him for money.

After getting married for three years, she had thought that she knew about Jameson, but now she
realized that she had never really understood him.

Seeing her distracted, Jameson frowned impatiently, "Speak."

"Nothing,’ Sharon said slowly.



"I suddenly find you quite handsome."

Jameson didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, Sharon raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck.

Sharon raised her head slightly and printed her lips on his.

Jameson narrowed his eyes.

It had been more than four months since she filed for divorce.

It had been a long time since they were so close.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips.

Sharon took the opportunity to retaliate by biting his tongue.

However, Jameson kissed her more fiercely.

Everything proceeded naturally.

At the last step, Sharon subconsciously grabbed his hand and said, "You...please be gentle."

When he looked at her alluring eyes, Jameson's heart suddenly softened, and he whispered, "OK."

It had been too long since they done this.Sharon was a little nervous and scared.

Just as he started, she cried.

Jameson stopped and looked at her expressionlessly, "Are you just pretending hurt?"

"No ...it hurts."



"I've not seen you in such pain even for the first time."

"That's different..."

At that time, she was drugged, and she was already unconscious.

Can she feel any pain clearly? Jameson said, "Do you need something like sex toys?"

Sharon didn't say anything anymore.

Could this jerk be considerate to her now? Jameson kissed her on the forehead and slowed down his
voice, "It's okay.Right?"

Sharon sobbed and clenched his arm tightly with her fingers.

By the time it was over, Sharon was so tired that she fell asleep.

Even if Jameson carried her to the bathroom to wash up, she didn't have the slightest sign of waking
up.

Jameson pulled the towel and wiped her dry before placing her on the bed.

Without the cover of her clothes, her slightly bulged lower abdomen became even more obvious.

Jameson looked down and bent his knee, squatting beside the bed with his palm gently covering it.

Even though Sharon was already asleep, she still raised her hand reflexively when she noticed
someone approaching.

A crisp applause sounded in the quiet room.

Jameson was stunned, and then he raised his eyes.



His eyes were cold and filled with anger.

However, Sharon did not know.

After muttering to herself, she rolled over and curled her body into a protective position.

Jameson gritted his teeth fiercely.

He stood up and left angrily.

He originally wanted to slam the door hard to wake up that heartless woman, but finally he reduced his
strength and just gently closed it.

Jameson walked to the study and called someone.

Very quickly, Jacob answered the phone, "Mr.Proctor.”

"How's everything going?"

He said indifferently.

"I've investigated it clearly.The usurer has limited Mrs.Proctor's father to repay the money within three
days.After he failed to find you many times, he started to think of Mrs.Proctor.Moreover ...he was the
one who planned this matter.’ Jacob continued, "Mr.Proctor, there's one more thing.’

"Say it."

"Before this, the usurer went to find Mrs.Proctor's younger brother.They had a dispute and were caught
into the police station.Since the usurer could not find Mrs.Proctor's father, they want to ask Mrs.Proctor
to repay the money.That night, Mrs.Proctor's younger brother went to Twilight Club..."



Thus, he sold the admission notice.Jameson looked out of the window.

It was hard to know what he was thinking.

He paused for a few seconds before saying, "Don't let him appear in front of Sharon again."

Then Jameson said, "There are some problems with the cooperation in London.Book the tickets for
tomorrow and I'll go there myself."

Even though Jacob was very clear that there was no problem with the cooperation in London, and that
it was progressing smoothly, he did not refute him.

"Tomorrow morning or afternoon?"

He asked tentatively.

Jameson replied emotionlessly, "Eight o'clock in the morning."

"Alright, I'll book it now.’

"Wait."

Jameson said after a moment of silence, "During my absence, send someone to follow Sharon so that
the Proctors will not discover that she is pregnant."

"OK” After hanging up the phone, Jameson stood in the study for a long time before returning to his
bedroom.

On the bed, Sharon curled up, occupying just a small spot, as if she could fall down at any moment.

Jameson walked over to the bed and pulled her over.



Sharon moved uncomfortably, but was pressed into his embrace.

She finally looked for a place to breath comfortably and poked her head out in grievance.

Jameson looked at her pitiful expression, the corner of his lips curled up for no reason, and he felt
happy.

After a long time, he said in a very low voice, "I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer when I
come back.’’


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