My Ex-Wife Remarried Me

Chapter 73: Spending Money on Peace 

Upon getting the money, Josh left happily.A black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of him as soon as he reached the first floor.

The moment the door opened, Jameson got out of the car with a grim expression.He glanced sideways at Josh, and the look in his eyes indicated a brewing storm.

Trembling, Josh took a few steps back.Just as he was about to explain, Jameson passed him and strode into the hotel.Jacob hurriedly followed behind him.

After making a phone call, he got the exact location and reported, "Mr.Proctor, it's the 9th floor.’ Jameson continued walking towards the elevator.Seeing them in a rush, the receptionist hurriedly asked, "Who are you people?"

The manager of the hotel ran to them and kept shaking his head at her to stop her from asking.

On the ninth floor, Jameson's subordinates quickly subdued the two men guarding the door.

He looked at the manager and said coldly, "Open the door.”

"Yes, yes."

The manager didn't dare to disobey him, and hastily did as asked.

Sharon was sitting by the bed, disheveled, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

The moment the door was opened, she seemed to regain her senses and grasped the ashtray stained with blood.

When Jameson came into her view, Sharon was stunned, as if she hadn't expected to see him there.

Without turning his head, he instructed, "Wait at the door."

Jacob replied, "Yes, sir."

Jameson took off his jacket and walked forward.

He squatted in front of Sharon, draped his jacket around her shoulders, and tried to take away the ashtray in her hand.

She didn't loosen her grip, just staring at him.

Jameson said, "I'm here.It's over."

Sharon didn't respond.

He thought she was still in shock, but that was not the case.

She was thinking maybe she should hit him in the head as well.

Gently, Jameson got the ashtray out of her hand and tossed it away.

Then he gathered her in his arms to get her out of there.

At the door, he paused and looked back at the room.

"Leave no traces." Jacob nodded.

On the way to the car, Sharon remained quiet in his arms.

What was on her mind was beyond his knowledge.

Jameson placed her in the back seat and instructed the driver, "Go to the hospital."

"I'm not going!" Sharon reflexively raised her head.

Jameson looked at her.

Only then did Sharon realize that she had overreacted.

She clenched her clothes and muttered softly, "Didn't you say that we would go tomorrow? You can't go back on your word.’’ Jameson was too angry to speak.

Did she think he was forcing her to have an abortion? He turned away and said coldly, "Do whatever you want."

Since they did not make it clear where they were going, the driver was put in a difficult position.

However, he did not dare to ask in this tense atmosphere.So, he made a decision himself and drove towards the Star Lake Mansion.

Curling up in a corner, Sharon somehow felt dizzy.

There was a strange reaction in her body.

After a while, she peeked out of the window and said, "My home is not in this direction.’ Jameson glanced sideways at her and asked, "Where is your home?"

"It's..." Sharon lowered her head.

"Forget it.I don't have a home.I don't have anything." Jameson ignored her.

Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce stopped at the Star Lake Mansion.

Jameson said indifferently, "Get out of the car."

Holding the car door, she slowly walked out.He took a few steps and then looked back at her.

"Why are you standing there? Do you want me to carry you?"

Sharon snorted inside.That was an absurd idea.She would rather rip her head off.

Then, someone said to her, "Mrs.Proctor, let me help you."

Sharon turned her head.

Beside her was Jameson's personal doctor.

"Thank you." Before she could take two steps, Sharon felt her limbs go soft.

Then everything around her was a blur.

Just as she was about to fall unconscious, Jameson turned around and carried her inside without a word.

Sharon forced her eyes open.

"I didn't ask you to carry me."

"Shut up."

"Okay."

On the second floor, after the doctor examined Sharon, he walked to the door and said, "Mr.Proctor, it's nothing serious.The baby was only frightened.Mrs.Proctor just needs to rest in bed for a few days, and then the baby will be fine."

Jameson looked at Sharon who seemed sound asleep, and frowned.

"Why was she like that?"

The doctor coughed awkwardly.

"Judging from Mrs.Proctor's condition, she must have inhaled ecstasy, and..."

"And what?"

"The drug must have been mixed with an aphrodisiac."

The doctor hurriedly explained, "But don't worry.The dosage is very low.If you're afraid that it will affect the baby, you can take her to the hospital tomorrow for an examination."

Jameson pressed his lips.

"I see.” The doctor said, "If there is nothing else, I'm leaving."

"Okay."

Before walking out of the door, the doctor whispered, "Mr.Proctor, sex is fine with a woman who is three months pregnant or above.But you must be careful."

Jameson didn't expect him to say that.

After the doctor left, he closed the door and walked to the bedside.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked down at the woman lying on the bed.

In fact, Sharon did not fall asleep.

Her pale face now had an abnormal flush.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and her rosy lips were tempting.

Jameson's throat bobbed.

He shifted his gaze away to her wrists that had been tied with cloth.

There were traces of mottled and dried blood. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

She must have struggled hard.

He fetched a hot towel from the bathroom, wiped the blood off her wrists, and bandaged them.

When she opened her eyes, Sharon quietly watched him do all that.

After a long while, she called, "Mr.Proctor."

"Go ahead,” he said without raising his head.

"Did you give Josh money?" Sharon pursed her lips.

"What's the difference to give it to you or to give it to him?"

Jameson tossed the Band-Aid wrapping into the trash can.

"Don't worry, I promised you that the debts were squared, including his.I won't ask you for the money again."

"Why did you give it to him?"

She knew that Jameson had a way to deal with an unreasonable man like Josh.

He wasn't a pushover, and he hated her.

Logically speaking, he would never be threatened by Josh.

Jameson glanced at her and said, "I just wanted to get some peace.’’

Sharon averted her gaze to the ceiling.

"Mr.Proctor, that was a lot of money you spent on peace.’

"I didn't expect you to be so ruthless," he responded.

Sharon knew what he was referring to, and said indifferently, "If there was someone you wanted to protect, you wouldn't have felt that way."

Jameson looked at her belly.

"Protect? If I had taken you to the hospital tonight, would you have smashed my head too?"

Sharon remained quiet.Jameson knew that he had guessed correctly.