Ex-Husband Wants Badly to Resume Their Marriage

“I don’t need you to teach me a lesson!”
Rita sneered, “Now you think you are having your moment, huh? Although I won the competition, and stayed in Paris for
three years, I still couldn’t beat you.Oh, come on.You are gloating in your heart.’
Sharon said, “You are quite funny.I never thought that I must be better than you.It’s you that have been secretly competing
with me.On the one hand, you know that I am better than you, but on the other hand, you are thinking the opposite.After all,
you have been to Paris for further study, right?”
“Winning the design competition, and the chance to study in Paris ...All of this was three years ago,’ She continued.
“It’s you who always talk about this and never wanna let it go.It’s you!” Rita said, “Come on.Don’t justify yourself.Everyone
knows that you gave up that opportunity for the sake of money.Do you still think that you are nobler than me? I don’t think my
designs are inferior to yours.It’s just I’m not as lucky as you are.”
Sharon smiled and did not continue arguing with her.
She turned around and left.
Actually, she wanted to thank Rita.
Otherwise, she probably would never hear someone say that she was “lucky”.
After Sharon left, Rita bit her lips and looked at the necklace in the trash can, squinting.
When she walked up to the door, Sharon was stopped by Lance.
“Ally, I’m glad you are here.I need to talk to you.” Lance said.
The Morton family organized a charity dinner party for jewelry auction.
All the jewelry was collected from rich and young ladies.
All the money from the auction would be used for charity.
As one of the leading jewelry magazines in the country, Lumiere Magazine was also invited.
Lance discussed with his boss.

First, Lumiere Jewelry would take a piece of jewelry that they had been saving for a long time to the auction.
Then, they would ask Sharon and Rita to bring their own designs.
This would not only help Lumiere Magazine improve its profile, but also help the two designers gain fame in the jewelry
industry in this country.
After that, there would be more high-end clients.
The problem was, the charity dinner was on the next weekend.
They needed to hurry up.
“You can also bring some works you designed before for this auction.” Lance said.
“Any category is fine.” Sharon nodded, “OK.”
After returning home, Sharon sat at her desk to revise Natalia’s design.
She then remembered what Lance told her today.
Ever since she got married to Jameson, she hadn’t picked up the brush again until she got divorced and worked for Lumiere
Magazine.
That was why she didn’t have any works in these three years, and now she looked back, she wasn’t satisfied with those she
had designed previously.
But whenever she had inspiration, she would write it down in the sketch book.
Sharon flipped through the pages, but what impressed her most was the design drawing on the page that had been torn from
the sketch book.
She sighed.
She didn’t need to think to know what had happened to that page.
Jameson must have already thrown it into the trash can on Bridge Street.

She went through the desk casually, and knocked something off accidentally.
She picked it up.
It was the pocket watch that she found at Josh’s place.
Sharon opened it and looked at the photo on it.
Her fingers gently touched the edges, zoning out.After a while, she suddenly put down the pocket watch, opened the drawing
book, and began to sketch.
After finishing the sketch, Sharon stretched.
She looked at the time and found that it was already eleven o’clock.
After what happened last time, Jennifer did not bother her again.
She just put the dinner in the pot.
When Sharon went down to eat, the food was still warm.
By the time she finished her meal, it was already eleven thirty.
Jameson had not come back yet.
Sharon hesitated for a moment before sending a message to Jacob, “Jameson’s still working overtime at the company?”
Jacob quickly replied, “Yes.”
“Has he had dinner?”
Jacob, “No.”
Sharon thought that no matter what Jameson’s motivation was to hit Asher, he did a good thing for Tiffany after all.
She didn’t want to owe him a favor.
So she made a thick roasted egg and a sandwich for him, put them in a thermal lunch box, went upstairs to get a coat, and
went out.

President Office, the Proctor Group.
Jacob took his phone from Jameson and said, “Mr.Proctor, aren’t you going home?”
Jameson said, “I still have a few documents to deal with.You go back first.”
“Yes.Just as Jacob was about to leave, Jameson said, “Sharon will come later.Tell the security guard downstairs to let her in
directly.’ “...
OK.
Aha! He was waiting for her! Jacob felt that ever since Jameson went to Bridge Street, he had not been as aggressive and
cynical towards his wife as before.
This was a good start.
He wouldn’t have to rack his brain to find excuses for President Jameson.