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

off.Do you have a lighter? May I borrow

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

to his rude

pleading manner, Sharon was always

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

“With what?”

seen

of his lips

in the kitchen,’ Sharon

see

what

way, could you please lend

“No.”

Sharon didn’t say anything.

came out of the room

had already been lit on the shelf, and the tiny

took out the stove from a pile of

are you doing here?”

“Well, I…”

“Wait outside.’

candles on the shelf, Sharon lit up

she kindly left one

the stone table, rubbing her hands and

city lights, the moon in the sky looked even bleaker

the kitchen, but she

it back but

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

silence, a voice came from the kitchen,

“Alright.”

for another ten minutes before she saw Jameson coming out with a coal stove

on the stove, Jameson squatted

it out if you

said, “I’m hungry.’ Jameson

her by saying “You’ve got

already used many animals to

to get hungry.Besides, I didn’t take

“So it’s my fault?”

her and

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

phone and looked at her quietly, and

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

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

stood up and

smiled as a

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

On the second floor.

right beside the window, and the moonlight was faintly shining

quiet and

full of

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