Ex-Husband Wants Badly to Resume Their Marriage

Daniel was probably blurred by the sudden onslaught of light as he frowned his beautiful brows slightly.
Looking at the messy bedsheet and the clothes on the floor, Tiffany gradually recalled everything that had happened last night.
She let in a deep breath, wondering if she was insane.
'What have I done?' She started to regretfully scratch her hair and even felt like ending her life.
Although she had more than once told Sharon that she wanted to find some playboy for a one-night stand, she was only saying
things.
She never expected it to actually happen.
And if it was anyone else, she could simply put on her clothes and leave like they were strangers.
But the guy was Daniel.
'Oh my god! So annoying!' she said to herself.
Tiffany quickly dressed and then went to the bathroom with clean clothes in her hand.
She only hoped that Daniel could be a qualified one-night stander and leave quietly; if they met again in the future, he would still
pretend that nothing had happened.
With this wish in mind, Tiffany made a big noise while in the bathroom--loud enough to wake him up.
And she carefully blow-dried all her hair to extend her stay in the bathroom, waiting for him to get out.
She came out after a whole hour.
As soon as she went to the kitchen for a cup of water, a voice came from behind, "Morning."
'.....Why is he still here?' Tiffany thought.
Tiffany choked on water upon hearing his voice.But she remained still, not turning back to face him.
Daniel walked over.
"Are you going to the studio? I can give you a ride."

"Thanks, but no.I've some other thing to do."
Daniel moved his eyebrows a little and continued, "Get another place.He'll probably come again"
Even he didn't say so, she would be looking for a new place.
"I'll check on the internet later"
They were quiet after that for a long while.
Daniel broke the silence by saying, "The place you and Miss Alyson rent before is still available.Maybe....."
"No, it's too big for one person."
At this moment, the phone in Tiffany's bedroom rang, saving her from the situation.She immediately ran to it and closed the door
on the way, blocking everything outside.

Daniel stood still for a few seconds and eventually decided to leave.
After the sound of the door shutting, Tiffany let out a sigh of relief.
Her body seemed to have no strength left as she collapsed onto the bed, depressed.
The plane landed in Costspool at one in the evening.
Just like South City, it was drizzling outside.
Sharon sensed fresh air as soon as she got off the plane.
This place was indeed a more suitable place for living than South City.
On the way to Bridge Street, Sharon was looking outside the window on which the rain was meandering downward.
She turned to ask Jameson, "If the rain keeps falling, will the demolition go on as scheduled?"
"It would be delayed if it keeps raining, but no more than two days."
"Are you going to stay until it's finished, or you can go whenever you want?"
Jameson looked at her, "How long do you want to stay here?".

"It's up to you.There's not much to do at the studio these days.If you must stay, I can stay longer with you."
Jameson raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, "You need me so bad?"
'Nothing serious ever comes out of this as*hole's mouth!"
Just as she was thinking, the car parked at the entrance.
They arrived at Bridge Street.
The driver got off and walked to the backseat door, holding an umbrella in hand.
Sharon reached out her hand to open the door, but Jameson grabbed her.
"Wait here."
He got out, took over the umbrella from the driver, and then walked around to the other side.
As the door opened, Sharon saw Jameson hold the umbrella, standing with his back straight in the drizzling rain.
It was indeed a good sight.
That was about the only good quality he had.
Sometimes it would make her less angry by just looking at that face.
After getting off, Sharon and Jameson walked shoulder to shoulder down Bridge Street.
Perhaps there wasn't any resident left as there wasn't a sign of life at all.
The yellow leaves piled up in the long street, quiet and melancholy.
Sharon stopped outside Charlotte's house.
"You wanna go in?"
"No."
Sharon shook her head.

What was the point of visiting if the person was no longer there? They came to a small river.Sharon watched as the rain fell onto
the surface of it, stirring up one ripple after another.
It was just the same as before.
Not one bit had changed.
Having stood there for some time, Jameson asked, "Anywhere else you want to go?"
"It's still raining.Let's just go to the hotel."
Jameson looked down at his watch.
"Fine.I have a meeting at four.Let's go."
Sharon's eyeballs rolled around as Jameson mentioned the meeting.
Good chance.
Jacob Green was not with them this time, making things much easier for her.
Jameson ordered food after they arrived at the hotel.
It was about time to go when he finished eating.
"I'll be going.Get some rest.I will take you out tonight."
Sharon got up with him and asked, "Where's the meeting?"
"It's right here in the hotel" he answered, "I'll be back by six."
"I'll go with you.I have nothing to do anyway" Sharon added, "I'll wait outside.Don't worry.I won't bother you."
Jameson raised his foreheads lightly upon hearing this.
The way she behaved was much like three years ago.She was kind and obedient back then.
Not giving him a chance to consider, Sharon pulled him towards outside, "Let's go.Don't you have a meeting? You'll be late"

After arriving at the meeting room, Sharon noticed that she had met all these people.
She casually greeted them and then said to Jameson, "I'll be waiting outside."
"Alright."
Sharon turned around after two steps, "Do you want me to hold your phone for you?"
"What?"
"I remember that you always give your phone to Jacob during meetings.I can answer the calls for you and tell you after the
meeting."
Sharon kept calm as she uttered these words-only in this way could she hide her true intention.
Jameson's think lips slightly pursed.
It wasn't evident whether he had detected something.He said nothing and handed over his phone.
Sharon said as she received it, "Don't be nervous.I won't check on your phone."
"You won't find anything anyway."
"You mean--I can check it however I want?"
She had just read it online that no girl can smile after searching through her boyfriend's phone.
Jameson said nonchalantly, "Do it.The password is your birthday."
When did he change it? It made her feel strangely uncomfortable.