Chapter 53: Do You Need Me to Find You a Date
Chapter 53: Do You Need Me to Find You a Date
A chill settled on Sharon when she walked far away.
She had never known that Jameson had so much free time that he even came to care about whether
she had lunch, whether she washed her hair, and whom she was dating.
The way the man behaved was confusing.
Sharon took a taxi and went straight to Tiffany's.
When she arrived, the door was ajar and she heard a muffled sob inside.
After a few minutes at the door, Sharon turned around and left quietly.
If she were Tiffany, she would want some time alone.
Sharon sat at the desk when she got home, looking at the blank paper in a daze.
A feeling she had never had began to develop.
Tiffany and Asher had been together for five years.
Tiffany probably never thought that one day he would cheat on her.
Actually, Sharon was no different from Tiffany.
Since she married Jameson three years ago, she had always played the role as Mrs.Proctor and made
no trouble.
She knew that he disliked her, so she never poked her nose into what wasn't her business.
As for making Jameson fall in love with her, she had never thought of it.
However, she was not an unfeeling robot.
After all, day in and day out, they had spent three years together.
If it weren't for Sheila, Sharon would think that she would spend her life with this man. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
However, Jameson, the man who treated her coolly all the time except for when he was drunk, did not
belong to her in the end, even though they had spent so many days and nights together.
Thinking back now, she cared about her marriage for the past few years, though whether she cared or
not, it wouldn't make any difference.
She would have thought that everything would be better after the divorce and she could start a new life,
but it seemed that the man did not intend to let her go.
Now she felt like a thorn pierced into her heart.
She clearly knew where it was, but was unable to pull it out.
The next day, Sharon came to the Star Lake Mansion when Jameson went to his company.
Looking at the two moving men that Sharon brought with her, the maid was so anxious that she was
sweating.
She had to make an excuse, "Mrs.Proctor, Mr.Proctor told me that strangers are not allowed in here..."
Sharon knew Jameson's temper.
"If they don't go up, I'll just take my things down."
As she spoke, she went upstairs with an empty suitcase.
The maid followed closely behind and dissuaded Sharon who seemed to be mad at Mr.Proctor,
"Mrs.Proctor, why don't you wait for Mr.Proctor before moving, or he'll be angry.’’
"Is there a time when he is not angry? He just feels that my things have taken over his place and are
an eyesore.
I'll move away right now to see what else he can complain about."
"Mrs.Proctor ..."The maid sighed.
Seeing that she could not stop her, the maid could only sneak away and call Jameson.Sharon came to
the cloakroom and looked at the wardrobe the same size as the wall.She felt her temples throbbing.
These clothes were all customized, but she never put on any one of them, and none of them really
belonged to her.
However, Sharon could understand why Jameson asked her to move away.
Perhaps in the near future, a new hostess would be welcomed to the Star Lake Mansion, who would
definitely be unhappy when seeing someone else's clothes in the wardrobe.
To be honest, Jameson was really a capitalist who didn't waste any human and non-human sources.
Sharon only put a few clothes in her suitcase and it was full.
She looked at the rest of clothes hanging on the wardrobe and suddenly regretted agreeing to move on
her own.
Now she couldn't even carry the single suitcase downstairs, let alone taking away all the clothes in the
wardrobe.
Just as she was ata loss, the maid came over with a phone and said, "Mrs.Proctor, it is from
Mr.Proctor.’
Sharon took it and suddenly felt a little powerless, "Mr.Proctor, I..."
The man on the other side said without any emotion, "You don't need to move.’’
Sharon never expected she could not move.
She was stunned for a moment before she said, "Really?"