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?"

help me get a

sentence when Jameson closed

"Sit down."

turned around and took out a first-aid kit

he pulled out lodine and cotton swabs to disinfect

in pain, "Be gentle, will

the job, he said, "I'll take you to the hospital

a

your

‘'Go kill yourself, a**hole.

ever comes out of

in

cut finger, Sharon wanted to head back to the

stopped her, "I'll take care

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

worried for the pots and

a cold gaze as if saying "are you

stove.I feel like ordering

no more and

kitchen and wanted to remind him not to try cleaning up, but it was too late

had already

does he do it?

her

more important than ordering

and then remembered that Jameson didn't

wanted to take a shower when she was waiting for

of her when she arrived

"..."

calmly said, "You're injured.Do you

him outside the

lips and

the couch, he dialed a

came from the other side, "Mr.Proctor,

"It's been dealt with."

Allyson staying here from now on? Perhaps we should

make any move yet.Let me

"Of course."

Harley Cook meet her

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