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 asked,

off.Do you have a lighter? May I

else do you want to do

respond to his rude

manner, Sharon was always

on my hair.So

“With what?”

stove.I’ve seen it before.It’s

corners of his lips and asked, “Where

be in the kitchen,’ Sharon

to see

what she was

you please lend

“No.”

Sharon didn’t say anything.

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

Sharon followed him to the kitchen, the candle had already been lit on the shelf,

stove from a pile of debris.He glanced

doing here?” He

“Well, I…”

“Wait outside.’

shelf, Sharon lit up the candles in

she left, she kindly

put the candles she had on the stone table, rubbing her

the moon in the

some noise coming from the kitchen, but she did not see

hold it back but she

finally asked, “Mr.Proctor, Is it the case

few seconds of silence, a voice came from the kitchen,

“Alright.”

she saw Jameson coming

kettle on the stove, Jameson squatted on

you anything else

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

saying “You’ve got

had already used

get hungry.Besides, I

“So it’s my fault?”

ignored her and took

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

quietly, and

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

it hadn’t been the power outage, she would have done it by

up and said, “Wait

a response

basket on the desk.Please just take

On the second floor.

and the moonlight was faintly shining on

quiet

full of

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