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 the

electricity is off.Do you have a lighter? May I borrow it

said very ruthlessly, “Didn’t you get sleepy for a long time? What else do you want to do besides

respond to his

Sharon was always ina

have some foam on my hair.So I have

“With what?”

stove.I’ve seen it before.It’s supposed to

his lips and asked, “Where

be in

to see whether it’s there or

what she

way, could you please lend

“No.”

Sharon didn’t say anything.

with me! To hell with you, bast*rd! Jameson came out of the room and took a candle from her hand, walking straight to

the candle had already been lit on the shelf, and the tiny flame was swaying

the stove from a pile of debris.He

doing here?” He said

“Well, I…”

“Wait outside.’

shelf, Sharon lit up the candles

she left, she kindly

the stone table, rubbing her

the city lights, the moon in the sky looked even

the kitchen, but she did not see

tried to hold it

finally asked, “Mr.Proctor, Is it the case that you don’t know how to

seconds of silence, a voice came from the kitchen, “Shut

“Alright.”

ten minutes before she saw Jameson coming out with

stove, Jameson squatted on one knee and turned to

out if you anything else

said, “I’m hungry.’ Jameson

“You’ve got a dog’s

he had already used many animals

get hungry.Besides, I didn’t

“So it’s my fault?”

her and took out his

do it.I

quietly, and then he asked, “Then

some snacks in my room …Mr.Proctor, could you please help me to take

outage, she would

and

a response to

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

On the second floor.

desk was right beside the window, and the moonlight was faintly shining on

was quiet

full of snacks at a

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