Chapter 97: Maybe It’s My Fault

After Mary left, Charlotte whispered to Sharon, “Did you fight again?”

Was it so obvious? Sharon tried to say something but she was too embarrassed to tell Charlotte the reason.

She could only lie calmly, “There’s nothing serious.Perhaps he was in a bad mood.”

Seemingly clear about the whole thing, Charlotte sighed, “He has always been into putting on a long face to others since his childhood.”

Sharon thought to herself.It was just as what she had expected.

Charlotte said, “Alright, just leave him alone.Let’s have dinner.It was not long before Jameson came out after changing his clothes.He was still having a frosty look, as if someone here owed him money.

Everything had been okay before she knew Jameson was Charlotte’s son.

Now that she know that, she couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed to sit at the dining table with them.

She naturally regarded herself as an outsider, let alone interfering with their affairs.

However, during dinner, Sharon observed them carefully.

Perhaps because of their respective personality, Charlotte and Jameson dealt with each other in a plain and natural way.

They neither gave too much attention nor showed estrangement and indifference, which was quite different from their last meeting.

This was good.

For Sharon, she only had vague memories of her mother.

She forgot her mother’s appearance, and even details about daily life with her mother.

Even if one day, Josh told her that she was abandoned by someone else, and was picked up by him, she would believe it.

When it came to Josh, her thoughts were wandering.

After that night, she consciously tried to blot out Josh, deceiving herself that he was dead.

He must be spending his time at leisure somewhere with a large amount of money.

If possible, she wished he would never appear again in her life.

After dinner, Charlotte went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Sharon was about to go upstairs to have a rest when Jameson grabbed her wrist and said, “Where are you going?”

where else

and said, “Are you a pig? Can you still fall

looked at

there anything I can

the chair and said indifferently, “Go out for a walk

with you for countless times these days.Please

with me or

was speechless

complained to herself, ‘This jerk

threatening her, he could do nothing!’ She angrily took a step forward and said,

faintly and then followed behind

neighbors had returned from work, and the streets were

by

when they saw the man behind her, they showed surprise

even wanted to find

Things were worse now.

jerk said that night that he was married, and

all kinds of rumors

things

remained calm, and kept a distance of half a meter behind

pace and perfunctorily walked along the street

maybe you can walk on by yourself.I

time, he said nothing and only

help but ask, “Mr.Proctor, can

“Yes.”

to complete the

turned to her

to say,

a divorced couple like us who should keep a distance in all aspects …Of course, I’m not driving

“Why didn’t you remember to keep a distance from me

and was somewhat

…use another word? To be exact, it was

daydreaming about that” Jameson

you should have noticed it as

do we mean to

“We’re divorced now…”

her, “We’re divorced now but still bedmates, aren’t

she really couldn’t continue chatting with him

he talk like a

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