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.
Jameson looked at her coldly and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Well ...the electricity is off.Do you have a lighter? May I borrow it to light some candles."
Jameson said very ruthlessly, "Didn't you get sleepy for a long time? What else do you want to do
besides sleeping when the power is cut off?"
She didn't respond to his rude remarks.
Ina pleading manner, Sharon was always ina good temper.
She said, "I still have some foam on my hair.So I have to boil water to wash my hair.’
"With what?"
"Charlotte has a coal stove.I've seen it before.It's supposed to work."
Jameson pursed the corners of his lips and asked, "Where is it?"
"It should be in the kitchen,’ Sharon said.
"I can't remember.I have to see whether it's there or not."
She paused without forgetting what she was here for.
"By the way, could you please lend me the lighter?"
"No."
Sharon didn't say anything.
You would never resume matrimonial relation with me! To hell with you, bast*rd! Jameson came out of
the room and took a candle from her hand, walking straight to the kitchen.
When Sharon followed him to the kitchen, the candle had already been lit on the shelf, and the tiny
flame was swaying in the wind.
Jameson took out the stove from a pile of debris.He glanced at Sharon.
"What are you doing here?" He said unhappily.
"Well, I..."
"Wait outside.’
With the help of the candles on the shelf, Sharon lit up the candles in her hand.
When she left, she kindly left one for Jameson.
At the courtyard, Sharon put the candles she had on the stone table, rubbing her hands and looking up
at the sky.
Without the city lights, the moon in the sky looked even bleaker and brighter.
Before long, Sharon heard some noise coming from the kitchen, but she did not see Jameson come
out.
She tried to hold it back but she failed.
She finally asked, "Mr.Proctor, Is it the case that you don't know how to use it?"
After a few seconds of silence, a voice came from the kitchen, "Shut up!"
"Alright."
Sharon waited for another ten minutes before she saw Jameson coming out with a coal stove
mismatched with him in any case.
After placing kettle on the stove, Jameson squatted on one knee and turned to her.
"Speak it out if you anything else to say."
Sharon blinked and said, "I'm hungry.’ Jameson remained silent.
Sharon thought he might mock her by saying "You've got a dog's belly that cannot get enough with
food".
After all, he had already used many animals to describe her tonight.
She muttered softly, "A pregnant woman is easy to get hungry.Besides, I didn't take the initiative to
mention it."
"So it's my fault?"
Jameson ignored her and took out his phone.
Seeing that he was calling Jacob, Sharon said immediately, "Mr.Proctor, please don't do it.I didn't really
mean it.Please don't bother Mr.Jacob when it's so late."
Jameson put down his phone and looked at her quietly, and then he asked, "Then what do you want?"
"I have some snacks in my room ...Mr.Proctor, could you please help me to take them down?" Sharon
said reluctantly.
If it hadn't been the power outage, she would have done it by herself long ago.
Jameson stood up and said, "Wait here."
Sharon smiled as a response to his indifference.
She said, "Thank you, Mr.Proctor.It's all in a small basket on the desk.Please just take some of them at
will."
On the second floor.
Sharon's desk was right beside the window, and the moonlight was faintly shining on the table.
It was quiet and gentle.
Jameson found the basket full of snacks at a glance.
He didn't have any interest in selection, so he simply picked up the whole basket of snacks.
He just walked for a couple of steps before he stepped on something.
Jameson took a step back and crouched down.
Sharon supported herself with her hands on the table and looked at the flickering candles in front of
her.
She was slightly distracted.
Ever since the last night, Jameson's attitude towards her has become very strange.
Although his words were still so unpleasant to hear, he actually took care of her in detail.
Could it be the result of the change of living environment? Not knowing how long it had past, something
was suddenly put in front of her.
Sharon stopped thinking and raised her head to see the basket full of snacks.
Her lips moved as she wanted to say something.
Forget about it.
Jameson was already willing to condescend to fetch her snacks.
What else can she expect him to do? "Thank you, Mr.Proctor.’ she said with a smile.
Jameson said unhappily, "I don't need ‘thank you.I'd prefer you stop making troubles for me."
Sharon ignored his words.
She opened a bag of snacks.
"Mr.Proctor, do you want some?"
"No."
That sounded good.
Anyway, she just asked him out of politeness.
Sharon felt much better when she ate her snack.
Jameson sat beside her.
His black eyes were fixing on her.
After a while, he suddenly said, "Sharon.
"What?"
In the darkness, Jameson frowned slightly and looked down at her belly.
His thin lips moved, but he still didn't say the rest.
Sharon asked, "Mr.Proctor?"
Jameson looked back and said indifferently, "It's good for the mind if you eat less junk food."
Sharon didn't know what to say.
At this moment, the water on the stove boiled.Sharon put down her snack.
Just as she was about to get the basin, Jameson had already stood up and disappeared into the
darkness.
Two minutes later, he came out with a kettle of cold water in his hand.
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