Chapter 317: Can&##x27;t You Just Admit You&##x27;re Not Strong

Jameson said unhurriedly, "Beg me."

"...Please."

"Sounds perfunctory.’’ Feeling her hands would soon get cramp, Sharon resisted the impulse to scold
him, "Help me down first.I can only pay lip service now.’’

Jameson replied, "Actually, that's fine by me.’’ Sharon was confused.

Jameson looked up at her, his eyes burning mischievously, "Think this over.What should you call me?"

Jerk? Bast*rd? Or Grandet? That would be inappropriate.

Seeing the speechless Sharon, Jameson continued, "Come on! I'll help you down."

Sharon looked away from Jameson, her heart racing.

She realized what the jerk meant, but she found it difficult to address him that intimately.

Even during their three-year marriage, she had never called him that, let alone now.

While she was still hesitating, her legs began to tremble and she almost missed her footing.

Sharon suddenly felt that she had set a trap herself.

At the bottom of the trap, Jameson was waiting for her.

A moment later, Sharon murmured something quickly.

Jameson raised his eyebrows, "What did you say? I didn't hear you.’’

Sharon's ears went red and hot.



She gritted her teeth and vaguely uttered the word.

"Honey."

She paused for a moment and then added feebly, "Please."

Jameson smiled and stepped forward to help her down.

He didn't force the word out her in bed the night before yesterday.

Sharon fell straightly into Jameson's arms.

Resting her chin on Jameson's shoulder, Sharon wished she could kill the jerk.

Fortunately, there was no one else here.

Otherwise, she would bitterly repent her folly.

Not far away, Natalia saw the scene and sneered as she left.

Jameson was still smiling when he helped Sharon take off the protective gear, "This is really
exciting.We should come again next time.There would not be a next time! This jerk could come himself!
Sharon silently cursed.If she had her time again, Sharon would definitely refuse to go out on a date
with Jameson.

She must have lost her mind.

Jameson massaged the trembling muscles in her arms and asked, "Feeling better?"

"No, I want to go home."



Jameson turned a deaf ear to this and whispered, "You just need to do more exercise.Can't you just
admit you are not strong enough?"

Sharon curled her lips, in no mood of talking to him.

Jameson massaged for a while before saying, "Alright, where else do you want to go?"

"Home."

"Are you sure?"

Jameson gave her a meaningful glance.

Sharon laughed dryly, "No.Just joking.Let's go to..."

Before she could finish the words, she suddenly heard a burst of applause not far away.

She said quickly, "What's going on? Let's go and take a look."

The applause came from the racecourse.

A match just ended.

When they walked over, they saw William get out of the car.

He took off his helmet and said, "I'm old for this.I can't beat you young guys."

"Mr.Hood, you are too modest.You came second because of the new car.If you drove your usual car,
the first place would surely be yours."

William raised his hand and laughed, "Alright, stop it.That's too much."

Before Sharon could work out what was happening, Jameson took her hand and whispered, "Let's go."



Unfortunately, he was a step slow.

William saw them through the crowd and asked, "What brings you here, Mr.Proctor?"

As he spoke, he saw Sharon and added meaningfully, "So there is a beauty with you."

Sharon finally understood why Jameson was taking her away.

The way William spoke suggested that he was not a serious person.

He also taught Jameson all kinds of rubbish.

Hearing William's greeting, most of the club members knew that Jameson was here and began to
sizing Sharon up.

Jameson glanced coldly at William.

Realizing what he had done wrong, William coughed and handed his helmet to the person beside him,
"You guys enjoy yourselves.I'll be with Mr.Proctor.’’ Then, he greeted Sharon, "Ms.Allyson, long time no
see."

Sharon smiled in reply, trying to be polite.

They walked for some time.

William looked at Jameson, clearly wanting to say something.

Jameson's lips compressed into a thin line.

He stopped to ask Sharon, "What would you like to drink? I'll go and get some."

"It's your call."



"Wait here.I'll be back soon.’ William said, "Ms.Allyson...I'll go with him.You can just wander around
here."

Sharon smiled and nodded, "OK."

After they left, she stood in the shade and called Tiffany, "How is your mother doing?"

Tiffany said, "She is much better.The doctor said she would be discharged from the hospital in a few
days.What about you? What are you doing?"

"I'm hanging around in the street." Sharon whispered.

Hearing this, Tiffany asked tentatively, "Are you on a date?"

Sharon was stunned.

How could she guess the truth straight away? Noticing her silence, Tiffany knew that she was right.

She chuckled and asked, "How is it? Where are you?"

Sharon found it hard to explain in a few words.

Before they could say much, Tiffany's mother summoned her, so they hung up.

The sunlight thrust out through the clouds.

The surroundings were much warmer.

It looked like spring had come.

Bored with standing there, Sharon strolled along the sunlit ground.



She didn't walk far before hearing whinnies behind her.

Sharon looked around and saw a horse galloping towards her.

The horse was only a few meters away from her.

It was too late for Sharon to dodge.

Just as the horse was about to hit her, she landed in a warm embrace.

Then inertia sent them rolling on the ground several times before stopping.

Then a man's voice sounded above her head, "Are you hurt?"

Sharon recovered from the surprise and hurriedly got up, "I'm fine.Are you alright?"

Jameson lay on the ground and said after a moment of silence, "No."

Hearing this, Sharon's heart was in her mouth.

Staring at him, she dared not to touch him, "Is it a fracture? Or something else? I...I'll call an
ambulance..."

Jameson grabbed her hand when she took out her phone, saying, "It's not that serious.I'll be fine if you
can call me ‘honey’ again."

Sharon was speechless.

She gave Jameson an angry push.

How could the jerk still be in the mood to joke at such a moment? The staff of the stable rushed over,
frightened by what had happened, "Mr.Proctor..."



Jameson slowly sat up, wearing a cold and frosty expression.

Though he said nothing, the overwhelming aura was suffocating.

William subdued the horse and asked with a frown, "How did this happen?"


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