Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson) novel Chapter 94

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.