No matter how hard he tried, Jeffery Proctor could not strike a balance between the two sides.He was so tired that he wanted relief.
However, Jameson Proctor could not find one either.
After God knew how long, Jeffery Proctor asked, "Is Sharon okay? She should have been scared the other night."
"It's okay, she's not that timid."
Jameson smiled, "After this time, I think Sharon looks much better than before.I can see that you are treating her better.If only it happened earlier."
Jameson Proctor raised his eyebrows, "As you said a long time ago, I like her."
"It's often the case that lookers-on see most of the game."
Jameson Proctor looked at him, "True.It's hard for those a*s-deep in it to find a way out.But there are a million ways to solve things, so I don't think it has to go that far."
The smile on Jeffery Proctor's lips stiffened, "Jameson..."
"Death is not a relief; it's just an escape."
Jeffery Proctor lowered his head and did not speak.
Jameson Proctor got up and said, "Gotta go."
Jeffery Proctor nodded, "Be careful on the road."
Looking at Jameson Proctor's back, Jeffery Proctor put his hands on his senseless knees and took a long time to withdraw his gaze.
Yes, death was never a relief.
It was just an excuse for cowardly and useless people.
Sharon Allyson hung out with Tiffany Momon for a lunch outside, and then did some chores back in the studio.
By the time she finished her work, it was only around four o'clock in the afternoon.
It was early and there was still plenty of time.
Sharon Allyson called Jameson Proctor, but he didn't answer.
That shouldn't happen.
He said he went to the Proctor family in the morning.
As it was impossible for him to lunch there, he must have been back already.
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