Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 113

Sharon thought in a daze that she really hated Stanley in the beginning.

She hated him for being cold and heartless and even hated him for treating her so rudely last night.

But after listening to Hazel talking about his past, the resentment in her heart suddenly disappeared.

Rebecca could not bear the loneliness and cheated on him with Liam. Sharon figured that this would forever be a thorn in his heart.

She was his wife now but she was with the man who snatched his first love. How could he not be angry?

Thinking about it from another perspective, she found that his encounter was surprisingly similar to hers.

When Cecilia seduced Shawn, Sharon saw Cecilia and Shawn on the bed with her own eyes.

She trusted the person she loved so much only to be betrayed and abandoned in the end.

Sharon thought that Stanley must have been hurt very badly. In fact, she felt sorry for him just like she felt sorry for herself in the past.

Although she didn't hate him anymore, she abhorred his indifference and harshness towards her.

He even forcibly had sex with her despite her reluctance.

It was impossible for her to pretend that nothing had happened and be affectionate with him.

Sharon pushed Stanley who was above her away. He frowned and there was displeasure on his handsome face due to her defiance. His eyes were filled with lust, and every breath he heaved was

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"What's wrong? Are you going back on your words? You promised to make me happy just now!"

Stanley's breath was unstable, and he stared at her with a pair of hot eyes.

Sharon blushed, her face as red as a cherry tomato, and a dazed expression appeared on her face. "When did I say that I was going to make you happy in this way? I mean cooking!"

What a shameless b*stard!

"Oh please. Your cooking skill is not even half as good as Hazel's. I feel sorry for my stomach."

What did he say?

Did he feel sorry for his stomach?

Sharon sneered scornfully and said, "But you finished all the food that I cooked the other day."

Stanley pinched her chin. "Are you teasing me?"

After that, he threw her directly onto the bed and bit her shoulder.

Sharon rolled her eyes and thought, "Why does he like to bite me so much? He's a dog, isn't he?"

Stanley kept kissing and unbuttoning her clothes. Sharon was a little dizzy. He was very gentle tonight unlike the roughness last night.

His gentleness brought goosebumps to her body. Her mind slowly drifted away.

Suddenly, Sharon sobered up and shouted in a hurry, "Stop... stop!"

Stanley looked at her with a faint smile on his handsome and sexy face and asked, "Are you not feeling well?"

"Shut up!"

Sharon flew into a shameful rage. Her warning did not sound intimidating at all, instead, it sounded soft and charming.

She bit her lips and reached out her hand to pinch him hard on his arm.

The muscle on his arm was so solid and hard, Sharon hurt her fingers instead of inflicting pain on him.

With a chuckle, Stanley grabbed her fingers and kissed them gently with tenderness in his eyes.

Sharon was stunned by the show of affection.

The longer time she spent with him, the more she was attracted by his personal charm. Sometimes, she even couldn't see her heart clearly when she was with him.

It was possible that she might be a little reluctant when she divorced him on the day of her graduation.

Although he had warned her not to mention the divorce again, Sharon knew that they were not in love with each other like ordinary couples. Their marriage could not go on as they lack fundamental affection toward each other.

Suddenly, she felt a slight pain in her fingers. Sharon cried out in a low voice, then she came to his senses and glared at him. "Why did you bite me?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Stanley fiddled with her fingers.

Did he bite her just now in order to punish her for being in a daze?

It was only today that she found out that he not only liked to bite but also was petty.

Sharon looked at his dark eyes and answered honestly, "I'm thinking about you."

Obviously, this answer pleased him. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile as he leaned over and whispered, "Does it still hurt?"

Sharon asked, confused, "What?"

"I was too rude last night and didn't care about your feelings at all. Is it still hurt?"

Sharon immediately understood and blushed timidly. "No, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

"Sorry, I was such a b*stard last night."

Sharon snorted. "You are even more b*stard than a b*stard."

Stanley frowned.

"Why do you frown? Did I say it wrong? You were so rude last night that it could almost count as marital rape!"

"Nonsense!" Stanley glared at her.

Sharon rolled her eyes and said, "What is that? Annoyance?"

Stanley stared at her for a while, speechless.

In the end, he sighed. "You're right. I was wrong. I'm sorry."

He apologized several times sincerely today. Sharon figured that he, who was born with a silver spoon, had never been so humble, so she decided to drop it.

"I was going to ask Hazel to take you to the hospital to have it checked, but I was afraid that you would be shy and didn't want to go, so I didn't say anything." Stanley pinched her cheek. "Get up and I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

"There's no need to. I'm fine now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, it doesn't hurt at all."

Stanley nodded. "Then we can continue what we do."

Sharon squinted in agitation.

What a shameless man! He was digging a trap and waiting for her to jump into it.

Annoyed, she grabbed his hand and bit it. Stanley did not hide. Instead, he smiled and looked at her dotingly.

Sharon's heart was in a mess under his gentle gaze.

She didn't bite him hard, on the contrary, her bite made his heart itch lustfully. His Adam's apple bobbed and he looked at her with deep gazes.

Sharon knew that she couldn't hide from him, so she just lay back and let him did whatever he wanted with her.

In their past year together, he was the one who took the initiative most of the time, and Sharon would let him do whatever he wanted.

But this time was different.

This time, she could feel that Stanley wanted to please her and satisfy her needs which triggered a trace of joy to rose from the bottom of her heart.

In the end, Sharon's mind was blank for a moment.

Stanley looked down at her. She was as red as a cooked shrimp, which was particularly cute.

"Are you enjoying it?"

Stanley asked her in a low voice.

Sharon covered his mouth shyly. "Shut up, don't say it!"

Could he be a little discreet?

Her shy look was beautiful. For the first time, Stanley saw her so shy, so he couldn't help but tease her. "Since you have a good time, it's my turn now, don't you think?"

His eyes were full of maturity and sexiness. His lustful teasing pushed Sharon to the brim of excitement.

When Sharon woke up and opened her eyes, she saw a long shadow standing in front of the window.

There was a smell of smoke in the air. Stanley was smoking.

The sky was already dark, and there was no light in the bedroom. He stood in the middle of the darkness that she couldn't see his face.

Sharon asked, "What time is it?"

Her voice seemed to alert the man standing in the darkness. Sharon saw clearly that Stanley had hidden something into his pocket.

Under the faint light, it seemed to be a photo.

Sharon asked suspiciously, "What do you have in your hand?"

After closing the window, Stanley turned around and smiled. "Nothing."

"A photo?"

She couldn't hide it in her heart, so she simply asked directly.

Stanley just smiled and did not answer her.

It was indeed a photo, Rebecca's photos. He was afraid that she would be angry if he said it, so he simply said nothing.

Sharon frowned, looking a little unhappy.

Stanley changed the subject. "You're having such a great time. You almost squeezed me dry, do you know that?"

"Shut up!"

Sharon was annoyed and embarrassed. She didn't expect him to be so shameless to say such words out loud.

Stanley walked to the bed, looking down from above with a faint smile on his face. "I can still go on for another round. Do you want some?"

"...Get out!"

The woman sitting on the bed looked angry, but she couldn't hide her charm, her flowerlike face, and wet eyes.

Her charm and posture were so attractive that it could almost suck a man's soul.

Stanley looked at her with a smile, and a small thought came to his mind. He wanted to imprison her at home and not let her go out at all.

Then he laughed. He was really crazy.

"Tell me about you and Liam," Stanley suddenly said after flicking the ashes in his hand.

Sharon knew that he would ask about it sooner or later, so she decided to be frank with him. After thinking for a while, she answered truthfully, "When we met for the first time, a thief snatched my bag, and he helped me to take it back and injured his arm in the process. I felt sorry for him, so I was not on guard against him. Then, we just happened to meet each other again several times after that."

Thinking of something, Sharon quickly asked, "Do you know about Fusion Fortune Holdings?"

Stanley nodded.

"The boss has never appeared anywhere and some media have secretly guessed who this person is. Do you know who is the boss of the company?"

Sharon's eyes darted around slyly.

"You've brought it up to this point, wouldn't it look stupid if I couldn't guess?" Stanley put out the cigarette in his hand and narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes. "The boss behind the scene is Liam?"

Sharon snapped her fingers. "Yes, it's him."

Stanley sneered. It seemed that Liam had been secretly cultivating his own power by secretly starting and developing his company in Beachmarsh City and making a name for itself, but kept his identity secret.

"Who told you that Liam is Fusion Fortune's boss?"

"Jones Group has a contract with them. Don't you know about this?"

Stanley rubbed his eyebrows. Jones Group was involved in a very large number of industries and projects. He only managed some contracts with larger funds, and let other senior executives handle the smaller projects.

He would not go through all the projects and contracts.

Stanley glanced at her and said, "Go on."

Sharon was in a daze. "What else should I say?"

"How far have you and Liam gone?" His eyes suddenly became cold. "Have you slept together?"

This b*stard!