Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)

Chapter 232: No Objection

When Ruben returned, Sharon was cheerfully chatting with Tiffany.

She turned around, only to find that Ruben's clothes were a little dirty and there were some bruises on

his face.

The smile on her face instantly disappeared.

She quickly walked over and asked with a frown, "Ruben, what happened?"

Ruben turned his head and went, "Nothing, just a small injury.Not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? You were fine when you left just now.Tell me the truth.Where did you go?"

Tiffany also walked over and said, "Right, Ruben, what happened to you? Tell us!"

Sharon's frown deepened.

She suddenly had a bad feeling, "Are you..."

Ruben answered calmly, "It's just a fight with a classmate.Not that serious.”

"Why on earth do you fight with your classmate?"

Ruben was obviously reluctant to say more.

He just said, "No reason.We had a fight and that's it."

Sharon didn't believe him.

But when she was about to push, Tiffany pulled her back, "Well, Ruben is young and reckless.It's

normal for him to have some sort of clashes with his classmates.Don't worry.He knows what to do."

As she said that, she went to pull Ruben and added, "Don't stand here.Go and treat the wounds on

your face in case of inflammation."

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Ruben turned around and entered the lounge behind him.

Tiffany nudged Sharon and said, "Still worried?"

Sharon shook her head, "I don't think Ruben told me the truth."

Ruben was not that reckless, how could he start a fight with his classmates just because of something

trivial? Moreover, the way he went out earlier suggested to Sharon that he had something important to

do.

Tiffany said, "Ruben didn't tell you the truth precisely because he was afraid that you would overthink

it.He's now safe and sound, right? It's all right."

"I hope so,’’ Sharon exhaled.

After a while, the door to the lounge was opened.

Ruben was holding a cotton swab in his hand to disinfect the wound.

Seeing Sharon, he put down the swab and said, "I'm fine, really."

Sharon sat beside the sofa and put a bandage over his wound, "Fighting with classmates is a big

deal.You should've say it."

Ruben pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

"It won't happen again."

"Okay.”

"I'm going to Costspool tomorrow night.And I'll be back in about two or three days.Go find you a new

house and don't stay at Daniel's house’’ Sharon said.

Ruben knew what Sharon meant.

He paused for a moment before he said, "I don't think he did it on purpose."

"Whether it was intentional or not, it's over now.There's no point in digging into it.I just think it's not

good for you to live in his house and trouble him.Besides, you've seen it yourself these days.Nothing

else happened at my place.”

"I'll move out tomorrow,’’ Ruben nodded.

Sharon stood up and said, "Find a new house first and I'll transfer the money later..."

Ruben cut her short in a low voice, "I have money.”

Sharon smiled and said, "Alright, then handle it yourself."

Just as she was about to leave, Ruben suddenly asked, "How about you and Trey?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said that you wanted to give it a try? How did it go?"

"You're right.I don't like him.Things just don't work out between us no matter how hard I try."

Sharon said after a pause.

"Then..."

Ruben rubbed his neck and awkwardly looked away, "Will you remarry Jameson?"

Sharon was stunned.

She stood there for a few seconds, not knowing what to say.

Seeing this, Ruben gave a cough and continued, "I just feel that he doesn't seem that annoying these

days.If you still like him, I have no objection."

Hearing this, Sharon couldn't help but laugh, "Didn't you drive him away not long ago? Why the

change?"

Ruben said, "I didn't drive him away.I just wanted him to think over it and not do anything to hurt you

again..."

Sharon said, "Alright, don't worry about this.There's nothing else to do in the studio today.Let's go grab

a bite."

Walking to the door, Sharon paused for a moment and turned at him, "Should we call Giana?"

Ruben was stunned.

He said, "She's your friend.Why ask me?"

Sharon tittered, "Nothing.I'm just asking.She went abroad because of you a while ago.I wonder if she's

back yet.I think you should apologize to her in person.What do you think?"

Ruben avoided her gaze.

He cleared his throat and pursed his lips before saying, "You're right."

"Then I'll ask if she's back."

Sharon raised her eyebrow and then left the lounge.

As she walked, she sent a message to Giana.

In fact, Giana didn't go abroad at all.

Jameson, her hateful and heartless boss, only allowed her a two-day's off and then packed up her work

schedule.

When she received that message from Sharon, she was actually filming an advertisement.

To lie about lying, she could only respond that she just got off the plane to Hawaii.

Sharon said, "Alright, we'll make an appointment after you come back."

Giana had to agree with teary eyes.

At 11:30 p.m. the plane landed at Costspool Airport on time.

The temperature in Costspool seemed always lower than that in South City.

When Sharon got off the plane, she felt a gust of cold air in her face.

She then zipped her jacket to the chin and put on her hat.

Just as she was about to walk towards the hall, she saw a group of bodyguards passing by.

They surrounded a woman all wrapped up.

Besides, there was an air of tension.

Sharon even got hit as they were passing by.

She looked at the group of people, somewhat confused.

A few minutes later, Sharon walked out of the bathroom and heard a familiar voice, "So annoying! Have

you arranged it or not? How long do I have to wait?"

"Miss Proctor, please wait for a while.It's for your safety.If you are not cautious enough, you'll get

exposed."

Erica scolded, "It's all because of that b*tch and that illegitimate child.Just wait, I'll teach them a

lesson!"

Sharon stood there and merely smiled.

She really didn't expect to see Erica here.

What a coincident! But Erica seemed unremorseful even to this point.

At this moment, a bodyguard noticed Sharon and was alarmed, "Who is it?"