Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)

Chapter 91: Haven't You Hugged Me Enough?

Sharon gritted her teeth tightly.

So, she wasn't even a person in his eyes! Before Sharon could retort, Jameson said lightly, "Go

change.Let's go for a walk."

"Didn't you just go walking yesterday?"

"You also ate yesterday.Why bother to eat today?"

Sharon was choked.

What an as*hole.She swiftly turned around, slammed the door behind her and locked it.

Jameson took a look at the door lock before raising his head slightly.

Then, his Adam's apple moved when something occurred to him.

He retracted his gaze and cleared his throat, "I'll wait downstairs.Hurry up."

Sharon's sullen voice came out from the room, "Okay!"

What was the rush! Why didn't he go on his own if he was in such a hurry! Sharon still chose to wear

Charlotte's retro skirt, a style that Jameson couldn't appreciate.

In order to keep the man waiting longer, she proceeded to put on a makeup leisurely.

When Sharon went downstairs, Jameson was standing in the courtyard with his back to her, one hand

in the pocket of his suit trousers and the other one holding his phone while communicating.

He looked tall and straight.

His voice was deep and magnetic.It was pleasant to the ear.

A man, however terrible, was good-looking while concentrating on work.

Two minutes later, Jameson hung up his phone and turned to look at Sharon, who immediately turned

her eyes away and said, "Sorry for keeping you wait.I..."

She was waiting for Jameson's sarcastic remarks, but unexpectedly he just thrust his phone into his

trousers’ pocket and said drily, "Let's go."

The neighbors were all on a trip at the invitation of Mary.

Normally, they would be outside of their houses in twos and threes.

But now, they were not around, so the whole street was extremely quiet.

Silently, the sunlight shone, enveloping this ancient long street.

Behind Jameson in a distance, Sharon walked and casually kicked the stones near her feet.

At the end of the street was a wide river.

In the past days, Sharon loved to stay here watching the sunset every day.

In those days, most of the residents of Bridge Street would be playing chess and walking birds here.

Now that they weren't here, it was much more deserted.

There were only a few passers-by and some children running around playing games.

Jameson stood by the river and looked at the scenery from afar.

He seemed to have got something in his head.

Sharon yawned behind him.She was really sleepy.

How come he was so energetic? Just as Sharon was about to fall into sleep, Jameson's voice suddenly

came to her ears.

"Come here."

Sharon looked over and realized that Jameson had gone down the stairs.

Now, he was standing upright near a boat.

She managed to gather her spirit and then went down the stairs.

However, when she reached the last step, the far distance between her and the boat stopped her from

moving forward.

Just as she wondered how to get on the boat, a slender hand reached out in front of her.

Sharon got stunned for a moment and lifted her head.Jameson seemed to be getting impatient.

"What are you doing? Come on up."

Sharon hesitated for a while before placing her hand in his palm.

When Sharon stepped on the boat, it shook slightly.

She couldn't stand firmly and accidentally fell into Jameson's arms.

Jameson put his hand on her waist.

After a few seconds, he asked, "Haven't you hugged me enough?"

Sharon instantly realized what happened and hurried to take a few steps back.

However, the boat in the water tended to be shaking.

Uncontrollably, she titled backwards.

Just when Sharon worried that she might fall into the water, Jameson held her waist and pulled her

back.

Jameson said, "Stop being so reckless! Be careful."

It was all his fault! Seeing this, the boatman smiled and said, "Mister and madam, please be

seated.The waves are a little big today.Be careful."

Sharon opened her mouth and was about to explain when the boat shook again.

As a result, she got closer to Jameson.

When finally sitting down, Sharon hurriedly moved to the side, trying her best to keep a distance from

him.

Jameson took a glimpse of her and snorted.

The boat staggered slowly on the river.

It was very quiet.

Only the occasional sounds of the wind sweeping tree branches could be heard.

The water here was very clear.

Sometimes, small fish could be seen swimming in groups.

Sharon leaned sideways on the boat, her hands gently flashing through the water.

It was cool and very comfortable.

Just as she was having fun, the man’s voice rang from the side.

"Sharon, I hope you know that I'm working.This is not a date."

She withdrew her gaze, doubt written all over her face.

"What makes you say that, Mr.Proctor?"

"Didn't you just put on a makeup for me?"

Sharon found it hard to respond.She laughed.

"Mr.Proctor, you're really ...."

Jameson looked sideways and said ina solemn tone, "What?"

Sharon then turned serious and replied, "You're really a great observer to spot my intention."

Jameson ignored her and looked away.

Being interrupted by him, Sharon did not have the mood to fiddle with the water anymore.She sat there

straight.

The boat was peacefully sailing on the surface of the river.

Both of them remained silent.Not long after, Sharon started yawning again.

The warm sunlight was doing nothing but hypnotizing her.

Finally, Sharon fell asleep.

She tilted her head and leaned against the shoulder of the man beside her.

Jameson looked down at her without too much emotions.

The boatman whispered, "Sir, are you coming for a vacation?"

After a few seconds, Jameson answered with a simple yes.

"Then what scenic spots have you two visited?"

"We just arrived last night.The trip doesn't really start yet."

The boatman said, "How about I give you some recommendations? Some places that young couples

like to go."

When Sharon woke up, the boat was already moving towards the shore.

She stretched her body and was just about to move her stiff neck when she found that she was leaning

against something.

After noticing that, Sharon hurried to sit upright.

Unfortunately, she hurt her neck and let out a groan.

Then she heard a snort from the man next to her.

He was mocking her ridicule behavior.

Sharon raised her hand to rub her neck.

She couldn't help but inquire, "Mr.Proctor, why didn't you wake me up?" This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Who can wake a person who pretends to be asleep?"

He thought she was faking her sleep just to lean against him? Before Sharon could argue with him,

Jameson had stood up.

The boat stopped.

He stepped forward with his long legs and got on the shore.

Then, Jameson reached his hand for her.

Without bothering to speak to her, he only raised his chin and signaled for her to come down.

Sharon curled her lips and gently put her hand in his palm.

After getting off the boat, she instantly withdrew her hand.In case he would assume that she was taking

advantage of him again.