Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson) novel Chapter 511

When Sharon Allyson went back, Jameson Proctor was not at home.

She fished out her phone and saw that Jameson Proctor had sent her a message an hour ago, saying that there was something work and he probably wouldn't be back tonight.

Sharon Allyson replied with a few words, saying she was home, and then put her things down on the couch.

Not long after, Jameson Proctor's phone call came through, whispering, "Had dinner yet?"

"I ate at Tiffany's."

Jameson Proctor added, "Go to bed early.Don't wait for me."

Sharon Allyson paused, "Is...something wrong?"

"There's been a little problem with the project in London, nothing major"

Sharon Allyson said, "Go back to work then."

After hanging up the phone, Sharon Allyson lay on the couch for a while before getting up and going to the bathroom.

It took an hour for Sharon Allyson to come out of the bathroom.She lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

As soon as she closed her eyes, it was as if she could always hear the cries of small children.

Perhaps God felt that she had been given two children, yet couldn't protect them, so he reclaimed her right to be a mother.

In fact, before her first pregnancy, Sharon Allyson didn't like children that much either.

It was just that when the little life began to grow in the belly, gradually had its own consciousness and ideas, and she even could feel him turning over inside her, as well as moving his little arms and legs—that wonderful feeling of blood connection amplified all her senses.

And also, there was the overwhelming anticipation of the little one's arrival.

Sharon Allyson drifted off to sleep until the latter part of the night.She hadn't fallen asleep for long when she heard a subtle movement from the bedroom.

Sharon Allyson opened her eyes in a daze and saw Jameson Proctor walking to the checkroom.

In a trance, she thought she was dreaming.

Jameson Proctor had just taken out his suitcase when a weary female voice came from behind him, "Where are you going?"

He turned his head, and there was Sharon Allyson in her nightgown, her face drowsy with sleep.

Jameson Proctor walked over, took her in his arms, and said slowly, "It's a bit complicated over there.I need to go over there."

"London?"

"Yeah."

Sharon Allyson added, "So how many days are you going to be there?"

"Not sure, a week if fast."

Sharon Allyson got out of his arms, "Then I'll help you pack."

She took one step, and Jameson Proctor grabbed her wrist, "I'll do it, you go to bed"

Sharon Allyson yawned and walked forward, "Remember how you used to call me up at night to help you pack? Now you're suddenly so nice."

Jameson Proctor's lips curled up, and he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, "It was different then."

"Different how?"

"It was just an excuse for wanting to see you back then."

Sharon Allyson couldn't help but tsk, rummaging through her closet for clothes, "I didn't hear it as an excuse.It was a capitalist's relentless oppression and exploitation."

Jameson Proctor raised his eyebrows, "How else could I make you come back?"

He kept holding her.

Sharon Allyson couldn't even pack.So she lifted her shoulders, "Stahp!"

"No."

Jameson Proctor nibbled sideways on her ear, "I'm going to be there for at least a week.Won't you miss me?"

Sharon Allyson said, "You haven't even left yet.What is there to miss?"

Jameson Proctor gave a low laugh, "Take care of yourself while I'm gone, and if you run into any trouble or something you can't solve, go to William Hood and Dean Wilson."

"Got it"