Chapter 308: Always Be Prepared

Sharon withdrew her gaze, coughed and said calmly, "I just didn't expect that Ruben's clothes would fit
you quite well, Mr.Proctor.’

"Really? I feel a little tight."

When Sharon heard this, she couldn't help but look at the position of his shoulders.

"I think it's just right.Where do you feel tight?"

Jameson said slowly, "Pants."

Sharon was lost for words.

What was he thinking? Sharon held back her anger and went back to the bedroom.

Then she brought her pajamas back.

Seeing that Jameson's hair was almost dried, she immediately kicked him out of the bathroom and
locked the door from the inside.

After making sure that he could not get in, she went to take a bath.

Jameson stood at the bathroom door for a while, and when he heard the sound of water, he coughed
once and left.

He walked to the dining room, poured a cup of cold water, and raised his head to drink it up.

At this time, the sound of knocking came again.

Jameson's expression gradually turned cold as he put down his cup and walked to the door.



Outside the door, Daniel hugged a bottle of soy sauce and smiled at Jameson politely, "Mr.Proctor, you
are still here."

Mr.Proctor leaned against the doorframe and said, "Is there a problem?"

"Mr.Proctor, not at all.Ms.Allyson and I are neighbors.She is just a girl, so I should take care of her.’

Jameson said impatiently, "What do you want?"

"I..."

Daniel looked at the soy sauce in his hand and handed it to Jameson.

"I'm here to return this."

Just as Jameson was about to reach for it, Daniel dodged.

"Where is Ms.Allyson? I borrowed it from her, so I think it would be better for me to return it to her."

"She's busy."

Jameson looked at him expressionlessly with a cold gaze.

Daniel forced himself to laugh dryly, "If that's the case, then I'll return it tomorrow.’

"You don't have to.Keep it."

Daniel righteously refused, "No, I can't.I said that I borrowed it, so I must return it.I am not a greedy
person."

Jameson said, "Trey came before, then you come.Since he cares so much, why doesn't he come by
himself?"



Daniel pretended to be confused, "Mr.Proctor, what do you mean by him?"

Jameson narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything.

Daniel continued, "This is embarrassing.Mr.Proctor, you know how Trey feels about Ms.Allyson.It's not
once or twice since he went to see Miss Allyson.As for me, Miss Allyson and I are neighbors.We live so
close, and we occasionally visit each other."

"That's enough."

Jameson didn't bother to listen, so he said coldly, "You don't have to explain it to me.Just tell him that
as long as I'm here, the Beale family can't do anything about Sharon.I don't care what he is up to, but
Talon's people are watching him.It's best to clean up this mess first, then we can talk about other
things."

"Mr.Proctor, you mistake us.I..."

Before Daniel could finish his sentence, the door in front of him had been closed.

He was rejected totally.

The smile on Daniel's face gradually disappeared.

It seemed that they could not ask Sharon any more questions.

Furthermore, from Jameson's words, it was obvious that Jameson should have figured.

However, it seemed that Jameson did not intend to tell Sharon everything he had found.

Daniel raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and carried the soy sauce back.

"Who were you talking to at the door?"



Sharon poked her head out of the bathroom.

Jameson sat on the sofa with his slender legs crossed.

"Salesman."

"Sell what?"

"Soy sauce." Sharon was confused.

She retracted her head, closed the door, and continued to dry her hair.

If she wasn't mistaken, it should be Daniel.

Daniel got the invitation letter for the bidding conference for her, so he was curious about what
happened today.

It was not surprising that he wanted to ask her about it.

When Sharon was halfway through her hair drying, she suddenly stopped.

Trey had probably come to look for her today because of the bidding conference either.

A few minutes later, Sharon came out of the bathroom.

She looked at the man on the sofa who was watching the financial news.

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Mr.Proctor, aren't you going to sleep?"

Jameson seemed to be waiting for her words.

He directly picked up the remote and turned off the TV.



He stood up and said, "Which room is yours?"

Sharon pointed at a room and said, "That one.” Jameson walked to the door of the room and turned
around to see Sharon enter another room.He scratched his eyebrows and followed.

Just as Sharon was about to close the door, she saw the man behind her and immediately blocked the
door, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say that is your room?"

"Yes.Why?"

Sharon said calmly, "You sleep in my room, I sleep in Tiffany's room."

Jameson was lost for words.

He wrapped his arms around Sharon's waist and didn't plan to waste any more words.

He directly picked her up and walked into the room.

Sharon struggled a few times, but it didn't work at all.

She was instantly thrown onto the bed.

Before she could dodge, the man's powerful body covered her.

All lights were off in the room.

Sharon could not see his expression clearly.

She could only feel his breathing.



The hormones in her body were also rapidly secreted.

Jameson gently rubbed the most sensitive spot on the back of her neck with his long fingers and
lowered his voice.

"Don't you want to sleep with me?"

Hearing his words, Sharon suddenly blushed.

Even through it was dark in the room, she could still feel the man’s burning gaze.

She turned her gaze away and found an excuse, "This bed is too small.If two of us are sleeping
together, I'm afraid..."

"Is it smaller than a sofa? Is it smaller than a bathtub? Is it..."

At first, Sharon did not understand what he meant.

When she understood, she was instantly embarrassed and angry.

She used her hand to cover his mouth without thinking.

"Shut up!"

Jameson pursed his thin lips and kissed her palm.

Sharon subconsciously pulled her hand back.

Just as she moved her hand, the man pressed her hand down on the bed and kissed her again.

Sharon felt that her entire body was soft, and she didn't have any strength at all, let alone push him
away.



Not long after, her breathing became a little heavier.

There was a sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and a cold breeze came in.

At the last moment, Sharon suddenly became sober and said, "No!"

Jameson was stunned for a few seconds.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Is that no good enough for you?"

Sharon's face already flushed to the point of blood red.

Ignoring the words of the jerk, she whispered, "I don't have that at home ...Next time ...Next time!"

As she spoke, she wanted to escape.

Jameson pressed her back, took out a box from somewhere and put it in her hand.

He said softly, "Open it."

"Where did you get this?"

As expected, the jerk was well prepared.

She shouldn't have let him come up! Da*n! Jameson said, "Always be prepared."

Sharon was lost for words and she didn't speak anymore.

Jameson's thin lips were pressed against her ears, and she could clearly feel his breathing.

"Baby, Shall we?"


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