Chapter 269: I Have Accepted It

Sharon opened the door and staggered off the car.

Leaning against the car door, she didn't fall.

She said weakly, "Mr.Proctor, what are you looking for? Looking for some place to bury me?"

Jameson said nothing.

He knocked the ash off the cigarette and looked at her.

"I was going to give you a present, but it looks like you don't need it.’ Sharon said, "Sending me home
is the best present for me."

And she added, "Thank you."

Jameson said, "Since you went to Trey's home with him, I don't intend to give the present to you.’

"Alright."

Sharon answered perfunctorily.

Just as she was about to get into the car, the jerk said calmly, "Mary's son lives here.’ Sharon stopped
at once.

Jameson had expected she would be like this.

He put out the cigarette and said, "It looks like you really don't need it.Let's go."

Sharon was stunned for a while.

Then she suddenly said, "Wait."



Jameson looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

Sharon said seriously, "Mr.Proctor, you just have had a drink, so you can't drive.Why don't we have a
cup of coffee before Jacob comes back?"

Jameson casually put his hand on the car and tilted his head, raising his chin.

Sharon followed his gaze and saw Jacob smiling at her.

She was speechless.

She came up with another excuse, "I'm a little drunk.I want to get some fresh air.You can go back.Give
me my phone."

"I don't think you are drunk."

Sharon lied, "I am always like this when I am drunk."

Jameson thought of something.

He smiled mischievously, "Is that so?"

"Of course!"

Jameson put it directly, "You beg me for that.I can take you up there."

Sharon knew it.

The jerk was always like that.She hesitated for a moment.

Jameson was not in a hurry.He waited for her to say something.

In the end, Sharon gave up, "Please."



"I don't need you to say 'please’."

Sharon said, "Give me my phone.I'll pay for it."

"I don't need money, either."

"Mr.Proctor, just tell me what you want?"

Jameson slowly said, "Come here."

Sharon looked at him vigilantly.

After taking two steps, she stopped.

Jameson laughed, "It isn't close enough.Come in front of me."

Sharon pondered for a moment and knew it was a trap.

She immediately said, "Forget it, I'm not going there."

She turned around to leave, but Jameson grabbed her wrist.

Then she was pulled into his arms.

Jameson said, "I told you to come here.’

"Are you mad at me?"

Jameson held her waist tightly.

Sharon struggled to get rid of him, but he wouldn't let her go.

"Mr.Proctor, what do you want from me?" She said in a desperate tone.



"Sharon, today is the Spring Festival."

"I know.Do you think I'm really wasted?"

Jameson gazed at her, "Are you still mad at me?"

Sharon knew he was saying about the roses.

She smiled faintly, "Does it matter if I am mad at you? You never change."

"No.I won't change."

"So why do you ask me about that?"

"I just feel that in the Spring Festival, no matter what I do, you should forgive me.’

"Do you need me to forgive you?" Sharon said with a surprised look.

"You do what you want.You always like that.You never think about others."

"Shut up." Sharon was annoyed.

"I believe that you want me to forgive you.But you are yelling at me now."

Jameson asked, "Now, you are begging me to take you up there."

"Fine” Sharon said.She was so triumphant that she forgot what she was for.

"So, what do you want?" She asked.

Jameson said, "It is not good to be angry in the Spring Festival."

Sharon fell silent.



There was a reason for this.

"Okay." she said irritably, "Then can you take me up there now?"

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Not anymore!"

As soon as Sharon said that, Jameson kissed on her lips.

Then she heard fireworks start.

Before she could react, Jameson let go of her and whispered, "Happy Spring Festival."

Sharon was stunned.

It was only ten o'clock when Jameson took her phone away.

Now, it was twelve.

A few seconds later, Sharon pulled herself together and looked at him calmly, "Do you think I will
forgive you because you said that to me?"

Jameson raised his eyebrows, "You said you are not angry anymore."

Sharon understood.

He said all that just to kiss her.

He had never ever felt he was wrong, and he didn't want to apologize at all.

Sharon took a deep breath and calmed herself down.



The Spring Festival had arrived, so there was no need to be angry about the last year.

"Then can we go up now?" She said.

"No."

Sharon flied into a rage immediately.

The jerk had taken advantage of her and had been lying to her! Before Sharon could curse him,
Jameson said, "It's already twelve oclock, so it is time for sleep."

Sharon wanted to kill the jerk.

He brought her here just for a kiss.

Jameson said, "I'll bring you here tomorrow.’

On the way back, Sharon leaned against the car window and looked out.

The light from the streetlamps swung on her face.

After a while, she asked, "Mr.Proctor, why did you take me there?"

Jameson said calmly, "Didn't you want to see him?"

"I also want to see Martin.Why didn't you take me to see her?" Jameson looked horrible.

"I'm joking." Sharon grinned.

Sharon then muttered, "Sometimes, the greater the hope is, the greater the disappointment will be.I
know what you mean.You don't have to comfort me in this way.I have accepted it."

"Accepted what?"



"You cannot get back what you have lost."

Jameson said, "But what if you never lose it?"

Sharon looked at him and said, "I hope you could stop saying in this way.I don't want that useless ‘if'"

"If can create hopes.I can help you.’’


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