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

electricity is off.Do you have a lighter?

long time? What else do you want to

respond to

Sharon was always

“I still have some foam on my hair.So I have

“With what?”

has a coal stove.I’ve seen

pursed the corners of his lips and asked,

should be in the kitchen,’

have to see whether

forgetting what she was here

the way, could you please lend me

“No.”

Sharon didn’t say anything.

resume matrimonial relation with me! To hell with you, bast*rd! Jameson came out of the room and took a candle

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

out the stove from a pile of

you doing here?”

“Well, I…”

“Wait outside.’

help of the candles on the shelf, Sharon lit up the candles in

left, she kindly

the stone table, rubbing her

moon in the

noise coming from the kitchen, but she did

hold it back but

the case

of silence, a voice came

“Alright.”

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

the stove, Jameson squatted on one knee and

if you anything else

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

got a dog’s belly that cannot get

all, he had already used many animals to describe

softly, “A pregnant woman is easy to get hungry.Besides, I didn’t take the initiative to mention

“So it’s my fault?”

and took out his

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

looked at her quietly, and then

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

outage, she would have done it by herself

stood up and said,

smiled as a

all in a small basket on the desk.Please just take

On the second floor.

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

quiet and

found the basket full of

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