Once back home, Sharon Allyson had to call Jameson "hubby" for the rest of the night, as Jameson had a hold on her.
She was so disgusted that she wanted to kill him.
Having rested at home for a week, Sharon Allyson finally decided to see a psychiatrist.
If she really got mental illness, be it anxiety disorder or something else, she was supposed to get it treated properly; or else, there was no telling when she would get hysterical like before.
The night before the decision was made, Sharon Allyson talked to Jameson Proctor about it.
On hearing this, Jameson Proctor frowned slightly and said after a few seconds of silence, "If you feel that your emotions have not been relieved, let me get someone to mind the business in the company beforehand and then go on a tour with you.But I definitely suggest AGAINST seeing a doctor."
Sharon Allyson said seriously, "I'm really sick.Emotional relief or sightseeing won't help, I suppose"
Jameson Proctor did not seem to be satisfied with her statement, "You're not sick.You're just overthinking it and getting yourself extremely overwhelmed."
"Overthinking is also a disease."
Sharon Allyson said, "If I didn't overthink it, I wouldn't have always felt that my child was alive and right in front of me.It's precisely this overthinking that has me obsess with the illusion."
Jameson Proctor, "......"
His lips were taut and no sound came out.
Sharon Allyson continued, "And you're an active cause of my illness."
Jameson Proctor pressed his tongue tip against his teeth, rolled his Adam's apple, and looked her in the eye, saying slowly, "Huh?"
"If you weren't always mentioning taking the baby away, I wouldn't keep thinking that way."
"So you want the baby taken away?"
Sharon Allyson stared at him with little expression, "Look, here we go again..."
Jameson Proctor gave a low chuckle and grabbed her shoulder with his palm, "It's not a disease, Sharon.It's fully understandable that you want a child so badly."
"I didn't want it that badly, I just..."
"You're wanting it"
Sharon Allyson, "......”
Jameson Proctor clasped his hand on the back of her head and pressed his thin lips against hers, "You don't have to see a psychiatrist for this.Let me cure you this instant."
Sharon Allyson covered her lips and said, "I'm serious!"
"I'm doing serious business with you, too."
Jameson Proctor brushed her hand off and kissed her fingers, "Listen up, whether you want a baby or like that little bast**d, I can bring him over for you."
Sharon Allyson suddenly felt a little tired, "I told you to stop giving me that illusion."
"What illusion?"
"You obviously don't like kids, but why do you keep taking me to an unrelated...?"
Jameson Proctor interrupted her, "It's true, I don't like kids.But I like you"
Sharon Allyson probably did not expect him to answer this way.
She was shocked.
Jameson Proctor gazed at her and said slowly, "Be it kids or something else, whatever you like is always welcome to me."
Sharon Allyson looked into his eyes but saw no hint of lies or deceit in them.He cast a calm, pure gaze.
She felt convinced.
Without waiting for her to speak again, Jameson Proctor's kiss fell anew...
As Jameson Proctor was getting up to reach for something on the nightstand, Sharon Allyson pulled him back, "Don't use that anymore."
Jameson Proctor's voice trailed off, "Huh?"
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