Ex-Husband Wants Badly to Resume Their Marriage

After another night of rest, Sharon had been much over the cold.She had slept too long yesterday, so she woke up at about
eight o’clock.
When Sharon went downstairs, Charlotte was cooking breakfast.
She probably didn’t think Sharon would get up so early.
“Sharon, you’re going to have to wait.Breakfast is not ready yet.”
“It is fine, Charlotte.I’m not hungry.
I think I need to take a walk.’ “Okay, come back soon.”
“OK.”
It was getting cooler these days.
There was a ray of sunlight in the sky, but it wasn’t giving any warmth.
Near the small bridge, the ground was bestrewn with golden fallen leaves.
Autumn was coming.
After a slow walk, Sharon went back to the house.
When she was going in, someone suddenly pulled her from behind.
She turned around, “Mary?”
Mary took a peek inside, gestured for Sharon to keep quiet, and then took her to her own house.
Sharon seemed perplexed, “Mary, what happened?”
Mary closed the door and said, “Sharon, I want to ask you what you think of Mr.Proctor?”
What did she think of Jameson? If she talked about it, she wouldn’t be sleepy.
She could talk about the jerk for three whole days.

Sharon thought for a while and asked, “Why did you bring this up?”
“You know that he is Charlotte’s son, don’t you?” said Mary.
Sharon nodded.
“That’s kind of a coincidence, isn’t it? When we received the tip that our houses would be tore down and reconstructed,
Charlotte said she has a son.And her son is so ungrateful that he hasn’t come to see her in last 20 years.”
“I did some research last night, and there is a new fraudulent scheme.They are looking for the elders who have lost their
children and live alone.Then they would pretend to be the elders’ kids and cheat them of their money.”
“What?”
Mary, were you being too crazy about this? Mary was very worried.
“Just think.They haven’t seen each other for twenty years.Now Charlotte is going to be rich, and the man said he is her
son.That just doesn’t sound right.”
“Wait ...Mary, don’t you remember? James...Mr.Proctor is a real estate developer.He probably won’t cheat Charlotte out of
her compensation.”
Mary paused for a while and then said, “Yes, I forgot.I was so busy thinking about how she could have a son.But it is even
stranger.Since he is that rich, it is easy for him to find Charlotte, right? Why didn’t he show up for so many years?”
Sharon was also puzzled at that.
She did not ask what had happened before, but based on what Jeffery had told her and Jameson’s attitude, she had a vague
idea that it was not of Jameson’s own volition that he was taken to the Proctor’s.
Sharon guessed that Albert might be putting pressure on Charlotte to give Jameson to him.
Mothers always hoped their kids had a good life.Maybe that was why Charlotte left.
Sharon couldn’t help wondering what she would do if she were Charlotte.
What if, a few years later, Jameson changed his mind, asked her to give him the baby the child and then kicked her out.

What was she supposed to do about it? Mary touched Sharon and asked, “Sharon, what are you thinking? Do you also think I
have a point?”
“Nothing.Mary, don’t worry.Mr.Proctor is Charlotte’s son.They...They are quite similar.”
“I’m not worried.I just thought that Charlotte has been alone for most of her life.She doesn’t seem to have any relatives.I’m
afraid she had been cheated.”
Sharon smiled, “Don’t worry, Mary, She won’t.”
Mary nodded, “By the way, I don’t know why Julian moved away without saying goodbye.What...”
“Mary, I have to go back for breakfast.Bye!”
When Sharon ran out of the house, Mary sighed.
Perhaps because Charlotte was there, Jameson didn’t treat Sharon as a maid.
Sharon finally had time to do things she liked.
Lately the series designed by Rita had also come out.
It was quite popular.
With the Proctor Group’s support, she was even bolder.In Lumiere Jewelry, she treated everyone like dirt except Lance.
But Tiffany was not convinced.
She had fights with Rita several time.
Rita once said triumphantly, “When your works are presented at international exhibitions, you can speak with me.’