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.

her coldly and

lighter? May I borrow it

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

to his rude

Sharon was always

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

“With what?”

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

the corners of his lips and asked, “Where

be in the

have to see whether it’s there or

without forgetting what

way, could you

“No.”

Sharon didn’t say anything.

Jameson came out of the room and took

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

took out the stove from a pile of debris.He

are you doing here?”

“Well, I…”

“Wait outside.’

candles on the shelf,

left, she kindly

on the stone table, rubbing her

the moon in the sky looked even bleaker

some noise coming from the

to hold it back

it the case that you don’t know

silence, a voice came from

“Alright.”

coming out with a coal stove mismatched with him in any

kettle on the stove, Jameson squatted on

out if you

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

by saying “You’ve got a dog’s belly that cannot get enough

used many animals

get hungry.Besides, I didn’t take the

“So it’s my fault?”

ignored her and took out

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

phone and looked at her quietly, and then

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

outage, she would have done it

up and

a response

a small basket on the desk.Please

On the second floor.

the window, and the moonlight was faintly

quiet

the basket full of snacks

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