Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson) novel Chapter 270

Sharon simply closed her eyes and ignored him.

That jerk gave her a message, and she knew what he was up to.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, on the way back, Sharon did not fall asleep much, just dazing and feeling headache faintly.

She didn't know how long it took before the car finally stopped.

Sharon slowly opened her eyes.

Just as she was about to open the car door and leave, the man said indifferently, "Why don't you invite me up?"

"Mr.Proctor, do you need my invitation?"

Jameson raised his eyebrows and did not comment.

In the lift, Sharon frowned as she gently rubbed her temples.

Jameson glanced at her and said, "If you don't know how to drink, why would you get drunk?"

Sharon took a deep breath.

Who was it for? After opening the door, the living room was very quiet.

Tiffany should have fallen asleep.

Sharon walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.

Just as she was about to drink, someone snatched the glass from her hand.

Jameson said, "You can't drink cold water in this weather."

After saying that, Jameson entered the kitchen with the glass of water in his hand.

Not long after, he came out with the boiled hot water and placed it in front of her.

Then he asked suddenly, "How to make the hangover soup?"

Sharon was lying on the table, probably not expecting him to say that.

She was stunned for a moment before she said, "What?"

Jameson said, "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Sharon laughed dryly, "I'm just a little dizzy.I just need to sleep.There's no need to bother you."

Jameson looked at her expressionlessly and repeated, "How to make it?"

"Just ...

I'm dizzy, I don't want to speak.’ After saying that, she lay directly on the table.

She indeed came up with a brilliant excuse.

Jameson stood there for two seconds, gritting his teeth, and then he turned around and returned to the kitchen.

Not long after, Sharon heard the sounds of banging and crackling in the kitchen.

Recalling what happened in Bridge Street, she was really afraid that that jerk would blow up the kitchen.

Sharon raised her head and saw the tall back of the man under the light.

Inexplicably, she felt warm in her heart.

She propped herself up on one hand, supported her chin, and looked at him quietly.

Jameson's suit jacket was placed on the back of the chair opposite her.

The cuffs of his white shirt were rolled up as he held his phone while looking for the corresponding ingredients.

From afar, Sharon could feel that he was out of place in doing all this.

Sharon couldn't help but think when she looked at him.

Every dog had its day.

In the past, when Jameson returned home drunk, not only did she have to adapt to his disposition, she had to make the hangover soup, only to receive a sarcastic mockery.

Now that the situation had changed, she should have been happy.

But for some reason, she couldn't be happy anyway.

Not knowing how long it took, Sharon slowly withdrew her gaze, picked up the warm water in front of her, and took a sip.

After she drank half a glass of water, a steaming bowl of hangover soup was placed in front of her.

The man was a little nervous.

"Try it."

Looking at the black liquid in the bowl and the unknown object floating in it.