Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson) novel Chapter 321

Sharon took the wine glass handed by Jameson and took a sip.

The wine was sweet.

It tasted good.

She recalled the time when Sampson got her drunk.

Sharon put down her wine glass and looked sideways at Jameson.

"Mr.Proctor."

Jameson replied in a whisper, "What?"

Sharon asked, "Who sent me home when you got me drunk in Twilight Club at that time, Tiffany or you?"

Jameson didn't expect her to mention this.

He curled up his thin lips and asked, "What do you think?"

Sharon sneered, "Sure enough, you didn't have any good intentions by getting me drunk.’ That was the first time that she got drunk like that.

The next day, when she woke up, she forgot everything.

‘‘No wonder the jerk got me drunk”

 Thinking of this, Sharon couldn't help but ask, "What did you do to me while I was drunk?"

Sharon was very sure that Jameson must have done something to her that night.

He had put in a lot of effort and put on such a big show, so how could he just get her drunk without doing anything else? He must have done something else! Jameson raised his eyebrows.

"If I did something to you, why didn't you feel anything at all?"

Sharon was also puzzled about this.

What Jameson had said was reasonable.

But she still held the belief that Jameson had done something to her.

When Sharon drank up the whole bottle of wine, she felt a little dizzy.

She leaned against Jameson's shoulder and looked at the sea in the distance, feeling incredibly relaxed.

Many things had happened in the past few months, and every single one of them almost made her lose hope in life.

Sometimes she didn't even know if her choice was right or not.

Before the divorce, she had never thought that one day, she would sit quietly and watch the sea with Jameson like this.

Life was so strange.

One had to experience and lose something before figuring out what he really wanted.

Jameson asked in a low voice, "Are you drunk?"

Sharon shook her head.

"No."

Jameson tilted his head to look at her, only to see that her eyes had slid out of focus.

"Sharon?"

"Yes..."

Jameson did not say anything else.

He just looked ahead aimlessly in the breeze, lost in thought.

However, Sharon was very curious of what Jameson wanted to say.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't hear him.

She poked his waist discontentedly.

Jameson held her hand, his eyes dark.

Then he asked in a husky voice, "What are you doing?"

"You called me.Didn't you have something to tell me? Why didn't you say it?"

"I just want to call you."

"I don't believe it,'' said Sharon.

Jameson showed a smile.

"It's true."

Sharon puffed up her cheeks.

Her lips were red, and she gazed at him with dewy eyes, as if she was silently complaining.

Jameson also looked at her, his eyes darkening bit by bit.

Then, he reached out to grab her jaw, lowered his head and kissed her.

The drunk Sharon was much more enthusiastic than usual.

After making a low sound, she wrapped Jameson's neck with her arms and kissed him back.

Jameson grabbed the back of her head with one hand and hugged her waist with the other, placing her on a cushion and gradually deepening the kiss.

After a long time, Sharon suddenly pushed Jameson away.

Jameson asked in a husky voice, "What's wrong, baby?"