Chapter 441: Let Me Help

Sharon replied with annoyance, "Can you stop asking such weird and vague questions?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean.....you make me feel like it was me who gave birth to that child."

It was the first time Sharon spoke so straightforwardly in front of him.

She had tried many times before but the answers she had received had all rejected her assumptions.

But Jameson, for some reasons, loved to ask her questions like this one.

He stared at her for a few seconds and then laughed quietly, "What are you thinking? I just thought he
could be my godson if you like him so much.You know, in case you want to see him in the future."

"....No, I'm good."

"Don't answer me so quickly.Think about it first."

His phone rang when he'd finished his sentence, so he left the kitchen to pick up the call.

Sharon turned on the stove and stared at the blue red flame, falling into deep thought.

After a while, she felt pain in her eyes.

They were so Strained.

She gently rubbed her eyes before going to work on the vegetables.

Jameson must've had reasons for mentioning this child repeatedly in front of her.

Two reasons.



Either it was really as what she thought—lf so, then he had been lying to her since long time ago or, it
was because he really loved that kid and wanted him to make up for the child she had lost.

Lost in thought completely, she cut her finger by accident.

It was too late when she felt the pain, for the knife had cut through her skin and blood was running out.

She hurried to the tap and then rinsed the finger with cold water.

Jameson had finished his call and come in.

Seeing the blood on the cutting board, he rushed to Sharon, "You hurt yourself?"

Sharon confirmed, "Just help me get a band-aid.It's not that bad.I....."

She hadn't finished her sentence when Jameson closed the tap and pulled her to the couch.

"Sit down."

He then turned around and took out a first-aid kit under the tea table.

From it, he pulled out lodine and cotton swabs to disinfect her wound.

Sharon screamed in pain, "Be gentle, will ya?"

Still finishing the job, he said, "I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow....."

"It's just a small cut!"

"To get your eyes checked"

‘'Go kill yourself, a**hole.



Nothing nice ever comes out of your mouth.

She cursed in her head.

After Jameson had wrapped a band-aid around the cut finger, Sharon wanted to head back to the
kitchen.

But Jameson stopped her, "I'll take care of it.Don't move around."

"You'd better not....."

Sharon worried for the pots and pans.

Jameson gave her a cold gaze as if saying "are you questioning my cooking?"

"Just turn off the stove.I feel like ordering barbecue now"

Jameson tried no more and did as she said.

Sharon heard some sound from the kitchen and wanted to remind him not to try cleaning up, but it was
too late already.

The sound of things breaking had already come to her ears.

‘'How does he do it? Every single time!’'

Anyway, Sharon shifted her attention to her phone.

There was nothing more important than ordering dinner now.

She ordered according to what her stomach wanted and then remembered that Jameson didn't like
spicy food, so she ordered something light for him as well.



Sharon wanted to take a shower when she was waiting for the delivery.

Jameson appeared in front of her when she arrived at the bathroom.

"..."

Jameson calmly said, "You're injured.Do you need me to help you?"

Sharon shut him outside the room.

Jameson licked his lips and returned to the living room.

Sitting in the couch, he dialed a number on his phone.

Soon, Matthew Gray's voice came from the other side, "Mr.Proctor, Harley Cook was probably seen by
Miss Allyson just now"

"It's been dealt with."

"Is Miss Allyson staying here from now on? Perhaps we should find them a new place."

"Don't make any move yet.Let me think about it."

"Of course."

"Does Harley Cook meet her boyfriend often?"

"No, only tonight, and she was found....."

Sharon had been here last week and they hadn't gone outside the door that whole week.

Jameson figured that she should be allowed to go out once in a while.



"Alright, keep watching them.I don't have much time these days, so you have to take care of them"

"Yes, Mr.Proctor."

After hanging up the phone, Jameson looked at the shirt that had been half soaked by sweat and
kitchen water.

It was time to take a shower.

He took some clothes and went to the shower.

Sharon was washing her hair with eyes closed because of the shampoo bubbles.

She yelled when she heard the sound of door opening, "What are you doing?"

Jameson started to unbutton his shirt, "Make space for me."

He was obviously not here just to take a shower.

Having cleaned up the bubbles on her hair, she wanted to get out before she had used body wash.

But Jameson held her back by the waist.

He softly whispered by her ear, "You're not washed."

"It's OK.Let me help."

It was the doorbell that ended what was happening in the shower.

Sharon was exhausted, so she gave Jameson a kick, "You go get it.”

Jameson raised his eyebrows and put on some clothes.



Sharon stayed and washed again.

Only then, she tiredly put on her nightdress.She had been hungry before, and after all that fuss, she
became even hungrier.

The barbecue was finished in no time and Sharon switched her target onto Jameson's food.

Jameson saw and calmly said, "Ask and you shall receive."

Sharon didn't bother to ask, "I bought it."

"Don't you feel much more like home living with me?"

Jameson asked with a subtle smile.

"Not.At.All"


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