Chapter 459: What's the Use?

Having got back to the apartment, Sharon took over the bags from Jameson, placed them on the
counter, and started to take things out one by one.

Jameson licked on his thin lips and put a hand on her shoulder, turning her around towards him.

"Didn't we have a deal? What's wrong with you?"

"I haven't regretted it.I just think that life here is pretty nice.We should move back after some time.Oh,
by the way.....I always find Star Lake Masion's decoration quite dull.How about we use this period to
remodel the place? We'll move back right on time when it's finished."

Jameson frowned slightly and his lips pursed.

Sharon blinked her eyes, looking at him innocently.

"What? You're not happy that I live here? If that's the case, I'll move out.Tiffany was just asking me to
live with her the other day."

“...Where did she learn to speak like that?’' Jameson thought to himself.

He spoke up after a long pause, "No, I don't mean that"

"Or, you have something to hide from me here, and that's why you're so anxious for me to move."

Jameson let go of her and said, "I'm anxious?"

"You look like it."

"I'm not"

Jameson coldly replied.



"I should really take you to the hospital to have your eyes checked since I'm not busy recently."

Sharon kicked him out of the kitchen and then spent about half an hour organizing the fridge.

Jameson asked from outside, "What style of decoration do you want?"

Sharon froze for a second before responding.She had only made an excuse to stay here, so she had
no idea about the style that she wanted.

"Just different from before."

"I'll send a designer to your studio tomorrow."

Sharon hesitated before she replied, "You're really gonna remodel it?"

"Or else?"

Jameson asked, "You think I'm fooling you around?"

Sharon laughed dryly and returned to the kitchen.

"I'll make dinner.They had two dishes and soup for dinner.It was just enough for both of them.Sharon
suddenly called him while eating, "Mr.Proctor."

Upon hearing her addressing him by this name, Jameson's tongue stopped against his teeth.

It had been a long time since she called him like this, so nothing good could come out of this.

Sharon didn't expect him to respond to this either, so she went on, "Do you like the fish soup tonight?"

Jameson slightly opened his lips, muttering only one word, "Yeah."



Sharon nodded, "I think so too.By the way, I saw Harley Cook.She doesn't live close, but she came all
the way to buy two fish.So I bought two as well.It turns out to be a good choice."

Jameson took a ladle and filled her bowl with the fish soup.

"Eat more if that's the case."

Immediately after, he put the eyes of the two fish into her bowl.

"This will help with your eyes."

In the end, she was the loser of the match.

At night, Sharon kept her back at Jameson.

No matter what he was doing, she didn't bother to react in any way.

"What's wrong with you today? How have I offended you?"

Sharon answered with eyes closed, "Nope.Just leave me alone.I'm a little annoyed."

"Annoyed by what?"

"Everything!"

Especially by seeing you.

Jameson wrapped his arms around her and turned her body over.

"PMS again?"

Sharon perfunctorily mumbled, not agitated at all by his taunt.



Jameson lowered his voice, "Il thought you just had it like ten days ago."

She turned back again, "You've never heard of PMS that comes 20 days before the period?"

"Now I have."

Not wanting to converse, Sharon shut her eyes.

Jameson began talking again after a while, "What exactly is bothering you?"

"What's the use of talking about it?"

"How will you know if you don't give it a try?"

Sharon opened her eyes in the darkness, looking at the white curtain through which the dim light came
in from outside.Her lips moved a little, but no sound came out of them.

Even if she chose to speak now, he still wouldn't tell her anything newer than a new excuse.She had
been too impulsive in the past which allowed him to have his way on her too easily.

But this time was different.She had sufficient evidence, and she had to keep a low key so that he
wouldn't notice that she was already suspecting something.

Or, he would try to deny her suspicions again by some other means.

And she was absolutely certain now that the person she had met that night by the apartment building
was indeed Harley Cook.

If Jameson had no guilt in his heart, why would he keep hiding this from her? Explaining all those by
just "coincidence" seemed not at all convincing.



While thinking about it, all the possibilities she had buried deep in her heart rose back up again, filling
up her chest and spreading towards the brain and limbs.

Sharon could no longer sleep, so she might as well get up and start to walk out with a pillow in her
arms.

"???"

Jameson said in a lowered voice, "Where are you going?"

"It's a little hot in here.I'm going to sleep in the sofa."

Sharon didn't wait at all before she left the bedroom.

The sound of the door closing followed.

Jameson sat himself up in the bed.

His legs slightly curved and his head tilted.

Not much emotion was shown on his face.

And inside the living room, Sharon lay in the sofa, staring at the ceiling blankly, not knowing what to
think about.

The bedroom door opened after a long while.

After hearing the footsteps, Sharon hurriedly closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

Shortly after, a blanket was placed onto her, and a man's warm kiss fell between her
eyebrows.Sharon's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she still didn't move.



Jameson sat on the rug and didn't seem to be leaving.

The whole place was so quiet that you could only hear the wind blowing from time to time.

Time was slowly passing, and Sharon fell asleep eventually.

Jameson heard that her breaths had become calm and even.He pulled himself together and gazed
upon her with his black eyes.

Jacob called him right after Harley Cook had left the mall, informing him about her meeting with
Sharon.

He thought Sharon would question him straight away when she returned.

Yet, she acted all nonchalant, showing teeth though inadvertently.She had started to suspect.

And this time she was more certain than ever before.

He could find no more excuses.

Jameson took her hand and pleaded softly, "Would you give me more time? I will settle everything
down"


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