Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)

Chapter 175: Then I Can Refuse to Answer

At noon the next day, just as Sharon finished her meal and was about to enter the office, someone

called.

Sharon didn't recognize the number.

Remembering what had happened the day before, Sharon hesitated for a few seconds before

answering it.

She didn't speak, determining to hang up the moment she heard the jerk's voice.

She would not give him a chance to threaten her.

To her surprise, the call was indeed from a stranger, "Hello, Ms.Allyson.I'm from the moving

company.Are you home now? We are now downstairs."

Sharon was puzzled, "Moving company? I didn't plan to move."

"OK.Let me double check.You're Sharon Allyson, right?"

Sharon frowned, "Who hired you?"

"Sorry, Ms.Allyson.We only have your name, address and contact information, not the sender's."

Sharon didn't know what to say.

Then she took a deep breath and conceded, "Please wait a moment.I'll be back soon.’

Then she hung up and left for home.

Seeing this, Tiffany asked, "Sharon, where are you going?"

"Someone from the moving company called, saying that they were downstairs.I've got to go home."

"What? I can go with you.’

"No,'

Sharon said, "I will be fine."

One of their colleagues asked for leave and the other went out to eat.If Sharon left, Tiffany would be

alone in the studio.Tiffany thought for a moment and handed Sharon the car key.

"Alright, go and see what's going on.Call me if you need anything.’

"OK."

Their apartment was around the corner, so it only took Sharon a few minutes’ drive.

When she got off the car, Sharon noticed the car of the moving company not far away.

A staff saw her and came forward at once, "Are you Ms.Allyson?"

Sharon nodded.

He beckoned his coworker to pull a large box over with a cart, "Ms.Allyson, please sign.Then we'll

deliver this to your door."

Sharon asked, "Do you have a knife that I can borrow?"

"Here you are."

Sharon slit open the box with the knife to find that it was full of clothes.

Seeing there was nothing strange or frightening, she exhaled in relief, drawing no attention.

She said, "Sorry, these are not mine.Please send them back wherever they came from."

The staff obviously did not expect this.

Facing the awkward situation, he said, "Ms.Allyson, this task is a direct assignment.We were explicitly

asked to deliver the box to you.If it is returned, we will be expelled."

His coworker echoed, "Ms.Allyson, take it, please! This is my first day at work.I have to pay for my

sister's tuition.I can't afford to lose this job."

Sharon was lost for words.

Her temples pulsed a little.

The familiar threats betrayed the jerk behind all this.

After a moment's silence, Sharon conceded, "Alright."

"Thank you, Ms.Allyson!"

"Ms.Allyson, you're so kind!"

Later, Sharon returned to the studio listlessly.

Noticing this, Tiffany couldn't help but ask, "Sharon, what's wrong with you?"

Sharon shook her head feebly and forced a smile.

She returned the car keys to Tiffany and said, "I'll get back to my sketch."

Sitting at her desk, Sharon bucked up.

She couldn't be discouraged just like this.

The jerk was deliberately making things difficult for her, trying to make her reach out to him.

All she should do was ignoring him.

Unexpectedly, Jameson kept sending boxes over for several days in a row.

Soon, the once spacious apartment that Sharon and Tiffany shared was packed with boxes.

Tiffany opened a box and took out a ruby necklace.

Her eyes immediately brightened, "Holy sh*t, I saw the photo of this necklace at a photographic

exhibition.It's said to be worth ten million, but it's now stuffed into a box! Is Jameson crazy or am I

crazy?"

Sharon sat on the sofa and looked up, finding that the necklace looked somewhat familiar.

It seemed to be one of her birthday gifts.

Jacob said that it was from a client of the company.

Then Tiffany found a lot of valuables in the box, "This pair of earrings, and this, this ...Wow, this coat is

a limited edition of a luxury brand from abroad!"

Sharon stared at the boxes in a daze.

Apart from those clothes, most of the jewelry was from Jacob.

According to him, some were from the company's clients, and others were the company's benefits...

She never thought that each one of them would be so expensive.

Had she known this, she would take one or two pieces with her.

Then she wouldn't have been so helpless when Jameson asked her to pay back his money.

Tiffany sat beside her and sighed faintly, "I didn't realize that the jerk was actually quite generous.His

gifts are all valuable."

After some pondering, Sharon got up with her phone in her hand, "Tiffany, I'll go and make a phone

call.’

Tiffany, enjoying strawberries, said, "Go ahead."

Walking to the balcony, Sharon found Jameson's number in her blacklist and dialed.Jameson answered

the phone quickly.

His faint voice sounded, "What's the matter?"

Sharon said, "Mr.Proctor, stop giving me stuff.I don't need them."

Jameson paused before asking, "You don't need?"

"Right..."

Before Sharon could finish her words, Jameson said in a deep voice, "Sharon, you're thinking too

much.Those things are not my gifts for you.They are yours.You left them at the Star Lake

Mansion.Remember?"

Sharon got tongue-tied.

Jameson continued, "Since you don't have time to take them away, I thought it would be fine if I just get

someone to deliver them to you."

Unable to find the right words, Sharon just said, "Fine."

Jameson replied, "Great.The wardrobe is still half-full."

"...Mr.Proctor!"

Sharon hurriedly said, "I don't want any of them.Would you please give them away or something like

that?"

"That's your problem, not mine."

Words failed Sharon again.

What a touchy and vengeful jerk! Just when Sharon was about to burst out, Jameson said slowly, "This

can be easily solved, if you go to a place with me this weekend."

Sharon sneered.

She knew the jerk was up to something. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Mr.Proctor, I have an appointment this weekend,’ she said.

"With whom?"

"A friend."

"Which friend?"

"Mr.Proctor, I have no obligation to report my schedule to you,’ Sharon said, clenching the railing of the

window.

Jameson said, "No, you haven't.I'm just inquiring."

"Oh, then I can refuse to answer.’ This reply rendered Jameson speechless.