Ex-Husband Wants Badly To Resume Their Marriage

Sharon replied with annoyance, "Can you stop asking such weird and vague questions?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean.....you make me feel like it was me who gave birth to that child."

It was the first time Sharon spoke so straightforwardly in front of him.

She had tried many times before but the answers she had received had all rejected her assumptions.

But Jameson, for some reasons, loved to ask her questions like this one.

He stared at her for a few seconds and then laughed quietly, "What are you thinking? I just thought he could be my godson if you like him so much.You know, in case you want to see him in the future."

"....No, I'm good."

"Don't answer me so quickly.Think about it first."

His phone rang when he'd finished his sentence, so he left the kitchen to pick up the call.

Sharon turned on the stove and stared at the blue red flame, falling into deep thought.

After a while, she felt pain in her eyes.

They were so Strained.

She gently rubbed her eyes before going to work on the vegetables.

Jameson must've had reasons for mentioning this child repeatedly in front of her.

Two reasons.

Either it was really as what she thought—lf so, then he had been lying to her since long time ago or, it was because he really loved that kid and wanted him to make up for the child she had lost.

Lost in thought completely, she cut her finger by accident.

It was too late when she felt the pain, for the knife had cut through her skin and blood was running out.

She hurried to the tap and then rinsed the finger with cold water.

Jameson had finished his call and come in.

Seeing the blood on the cutting board, he rushed to Sharon, "You hurt yourself?"

confirmed, "Just help me get

when Jameson closed the tap

"Sit down."

turned around and took out

and

pain, "Be gentle, will

"I'll take you to

a

get your

‘'Go kill yourself, a**hole.

ever comes

cursed in

a band-aid around the cut finger, Sharon wanted to

"I'll take care of it.Don't move

"You'd better not....."

worried for the pots

gave her a cold gaze as if saying "are you questioning my

stove.I feel

no more and

some sound from the kitchen and wanted to remind him not to

things breaking had already

it? Every

shifted her attention to

important than ordering dinner

that Jameson didn't like spicy food, so

take a shower when

front of her when she arrived

"..."

you need me to

him

licked his lips and returned to the

couch, he dialed a number on

from the other side, "Mr.Proctor, Harley Cook was probably

"It's been dealt with."

Allyson staying here from now on? Perhaps we should find

move yet.Let me

"Of course."

Cook meet

only tonight, and