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.

coldly and

you have a lighter? May

sleepy for a long time? What else

respond to

was always ina

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

“With what?”

stove.I’ve seen it

of his lips and

be in the kitchen,’ Sharon

to see

forgetting what

you please lend me

“No.”

Sharon didn’t say anything.

To hell with you, bast*rd! Jameson came out of the room and took a

candle had already been lit on the shelf, and

a pile of debris.He glanced

doing here?” He

“Well, I…”

“Wait outside.’

shelf, Sharon lit up the

left, she kindly left one for

the candles she had on the stone table, rubbing her hands and looking up

city lights, the moon in the

the kitchen, but she did

to hold it back but

case that you don’t know how to use

seconds of silence, a voice came from

“Alright.”

Jameson coming out with a coal stove mismatched with

stove, Jameson squatted on one

out if you anything else

and said, “I’m hungry.’ Jameson remained

might mock her by saying “You’ve got a dog’s

he had already used many animals to

to get hungry.Besides, I didn’t take the initiative to mention

“So it’s my fault?”

and took out his

Sharon said immediately, “Mr.Proctor, please don’t do it.I didn’t really mean it.Please

her quietly,

my room …Mr.Proctor, could you please help me

been the power outage, she would have done it

stood up and said,

a response to his

said, “Thank you, Mr.Proctor.It’s all in a small basket on the desk.Please just take some of

On the second floor.

and the moonlight

quiet

the basket full of snacks at

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