Chapter 94: Why Can’t You Stop Making Trouble for Me

On the way back, Sharon did not say anything in accordance with the occasion.

Perhaps only Jameson, a bast*d, could righteously utter such irrational remarks.

After arriving home, Sharon whispered, “Mr.Proctor, I’ll go upstairs and take a rest now.’

“OK.”

It seemed that Jameson didn’t want to say a word besides that indifferent response.

This attitude was the true color of the br*t.

After returning to her room, Sharon locked the door tightly and went to the bathroom with her clothes in her hands.

She did not take a rest at noon.

Moreover, she had been to so many places with Jameson.

Now, she really wished she could finish her shower and go to bed as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of her shower, the light above her head suddenly went out.

A few seconds later, the water became ice-cold.

Sharon immediately turned off the shower and groped for her towel in the darkness.

She wrapped her hair and slowly put on her clothes before she could open the window and look out.

Naturally, the whole street was blacked out.

Bridge Street had a long history, and its circuits were also old.

There have been power failures from time to time.

However, this kind of accident happened mostly in the daytime, so it didn’t bring about much impact on people’s life.

Moreover, the problem could be fixed very quickly.

It was the first time that power outage had happened at night since Sharon moved here.

She walked out of the bathroom and groped for her phone on the table.

She turned on the flashlight, and slowly went downstairs.

Sharon remembered Charlotte once told her that the candles were kept in the locker in the hall.

However, after finding out the candles, Sharon realized something even more embarrassing.

She didn’t have a lighter.

She had searched everywhere she could, but she still couldn’t find any lighter.

Sharon turned around and looked at the pitch-black door.

She sighed helplessly and asked, “Mr.Proctor, are you asleep?”

A few seconds later, the door was opened.

at her coldly and asked, “What’s

have a lighter? May I borrow it to light some

very ruthlessly, “Didn’t you get sleepy for a long time? What else

didn’t respond to

was always ina good

some foam on my hair.So I have to boil water

“With what?”

stove.I’ve seen it before.It’s

corners of his lips and asked,

should be in the

have to see whether

without forgetting what she was here

the way, could you

“No.”

Sharon didn’t say anything.

you, bast*rd! Jameson came out of the room and took a candle from her hand, walking

been lit

stove from a pile of debris.He glanced

are you doing here?” He

“Well, I…”

“Wait outside.’

of the candles on the shelf, Sharon lit up the candles

she left, she kindly left one

on the stone table, rubbing her hands

lights, the moon in the sky

noise coming from the kitchen, but she

to hold it back but she

the case that you don’t know how

few seconds of silence, a voice

“Alright.”

coming out

placing kettle on the stove, Jameson squatted

you anything else to

and said, “I’m hungry.’ Jameson

he might mock her by saying “You’ve got a dog’s belly that cannot get

used many

softly, “A pregnant woman is easy to get hungry.Besides, I didn’t take the initiative to mention

“So it’s my fault?”

and took

that he was calling Jacob, Sharon said immediately, “Mr.Proctor, please don’t do it.I didn’t really mean it.Please don’t

and looked at her quietly,

in my room …Mr.Proctor, could you please

the power outage, she would have

and

as a response to his

in a small basket on the desk.Please just take some of them at

On the second floor.

the window, and

was quiet and

basket full of snacks

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