Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 127

"I didn't see anyone downstairs, so I thought you didn't get up and planned to make breakfast."

Jackson nodded. "There's everything in the refrigerator. Feel free to cook them."

Sharon nodded. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

"I have to. I not only thank you for letting me use the kitchen but also thank you for yesterday. If it weren't for you, the consequences would definitely be very serious. And I also thank you for taking us in, and even giving us clothes to get changed..."

Jackson chuckled helplessly at Sharon's endless gratitude speech. "The clothes you're wearing are my ex-wife's. Just now, when I suddenly saw your back in the kitchen, I... I thought I saw her."

No wonder when she looked back, she found that Jackson stared at her in a daze. It turned out that he mistook her for his wife.

Sharon asked curiously, "Have you ever married? I really can't tell because you look very young."

Jackson shrugged his shoulders and said, "Nah, I'm no longer young now. I thought hunky boys are very popular nowadays, no?"

Sharon was amused by his humor. "No, you're still quite young. You are more mature and charming than the naive hunky boys."

"You're too kind." Jackson nodded and pointed, "The water in the pot is boiling."

"Oh, I almost forgot..."

Sharon patted her forehead and came to her senses.

Jackson, who was leaning against the door, looked at her with a smile. When he thought of something, his sharp eyes gradually became serious.

Sharon was putting tomatoes into the pot when she suddenly heard the male voice behind her that asked, "You know Shawn Lewis, don't you?"

Sharon's action froze. After a while, she returned to normal and said with a smile, "You mentioned this person to me last time. Why did you mention him again this time?"

"At that time, Shawn wandered to a small town in the south and was taken in by a kind-hearted family. Do you want me to continue?"

A simple remark made Sharon speechless.

It seemed that he had conducted a thorough investigation.

Putting down the spatula in her hand, Sharon turned back, pursed her lips, and begged with a pleading look in her eyes, "Jackson, can I ask you a favor please?"

"You don't want me to tell Stanley about you and Shawn."

Stanley's friends were all elites. Jackson could figure out what Sharon wanted to say before she could elaborate more.

Sharon lowered her eyes and nodded. "Yes."

Jackson frowned and asked, "Why didn't you tell him about it?"

"It's all in the past. He doesn't need to know that."

Even if he had to know, she should be the one who told him about it and not by others.

Sharon thought so in the past. She thought that she would never meet Shawn again in her life, but Shawn found her eventually. If things went on like this, Stanley would know about it sooner or later.

In order to avoid further misunderstanding, she would find an opportunity to tell him about Shawn instead of letting Jackson tell him about it.

Therefore, Sharon could only ask Jackson to keep it a secret for the time being.

Jackson didn't know what she was thinking. He only felt that what she did wasn't right as couples should not keep such a secret from each other. However, he reckoned what she said was right. The past should be gone with the wind.

After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Alright, I won't tell him. It's your call."

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Jackson."

After a pause, she was curious again. "Why are you so interested in my business with Shawn?"

So much so that he actually investigated it in private.

Jackson raised his eyebrows. "Because Shawn is not to be trifled with. You are my buddy's wife. Being affiliated with that kind of man will not do you and Stanley good."

"That kind of man?" Sharon didn't quite understand what he meant. "What's wrong with Shawn?" © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"He is cruel and shrewd. He is the head of the Lewis Family at such a young age, so it can be seen that his strength can't be underestimated."

The Lewis family's foundation was in the north. It was a large family and a diversified business empire. Besides that, it was extremely complicated as they were involved with the legal world and underworld, so ordinary people dared not provoke them.

Jackson persuaded her sincerely, "Shawn has the real power of the Lewis Family in his hand. He is a dangerous person. You'd better not keep in touch with him in the future."

Sharon was astonished.

Did he say that Shawn was a dangerous person?

It couldn't be!

When they were young, Shawn was a frivolous man. He was as pretentious as he could muster in front of others but when he was alone with her, his true characteristic would be exposed.

If this was his flaw, then he had a lot of merits. He was very kind. He would feed the stray cats and dogs on the street, and if his neighbor needed help, he would offer his hand. There were still many things like this that could prove his kindness.

Nowadays, people were so indifferent, but not him. He would take the initiative to help others and be always warm-hearted.

Sharon did not believe that Jackson had said that such a person was dangerous.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jackson's voice brought her back to her senses.

Sharon pursed her lips and couldn't help saying good things about Shawn, "Jackson, I have known Shawn for four years. He is not the kind of person you said. He may be a little aggressive, but he is not a bad person."

Jackson's expression suddenly darkened. "Miss Cruz, I don't want to interfere with the matter between you and Shawn, but I only have one piece of advice for you. Stanley is sincere to you.

Please don't hurt him."

Sharon smiled bitterly. "Really? He is sincere to Rebecca, isn't he?"

She had self- awareness and would not wishfully think that Stanley had her in his heart simply because he drew himself closer to her.

She could also see that every time Rebecca was mentioned, Stanley would overreact. If he didn't love her, how could he have emotional fluctuations?

Jackson pursed his lips and remained silent.

For Stanley, Rebecca was indeed a special existence.

He had nothing to say.

"What's in the pot? Why does it smell so nice?"

They heard Stanley's voice echoing into the kitchen before seeing him.

Jackson turned around, went to the living room, and happened to see Stanley coming downstairs. Stanley raised his eyebrows and asked, "You're here too, Jackson?"

"You guys talk. I'll go up and get changed."

Jackson patted him on the shoulder and went back to the bedroom.

Sharon was putting noodles into the pot when Stanley leaned over and hugged her from behind. He put his chin on her shoulder, huffing a hot breath to her neck. "Are you chatting with Jackson?"

Sharon giggled due to the itchiness and said, "Yes."

"About what?"

"He just came over. We didn't say much before you came down. Hey, let me go. The breakfast is ready. Go and bring the utensils and plates."

After a while, Howard also got up. He had been sleeping on the sofa for a whole night, so his waist was sore and his back was painful now.

Howard sat there like a rich master, drumming his fingers on the table with his hand, as Sharon brought the breakfast to the dining table. "Hey, you haven't thanked me for coming over in the middle of the night to treat your wound last night."

Sharon glanced at him and sincerely said, "Thank you."

"That's more like it." Howard was satisfied. "Go, go to the kitchen and serve me breakfast."

Sharon was speechless.

She thought that he did help a lot, so she went to the kitchen and brought breakfast to him.

"Sit down."

As soon as she turned around, Stanley pulled her wrist and said, "Sit down and eat."

Howard pouted grumpily. "Stanley, what are you doing?"

Stanley glanced at him. "Go and help yourself if you want to eat."

"I'm a patient. My waist is sore and my back is aching. Can't you be a little passionate to me?" Howard grimaced. "Moreover, it's all thanks to you that I'm like this. Can't you even bring me a cup of coffee?"

Stanley looked at him with a faint smile. "I think you're quite energetic now. How about I beat you up and then take care of you?"

Howard pointed at him tremblingly and said, "Y-You are so cruel!"

Jackson shook his head and smiled.

Sharon was speechless. "That's enough. It's just breakfast. I can get him."

With this, she turned around and went to the kitchen, to which Stanley didn't manage to stop her.

Howard said proudly, "Sharon is more warmhearted than you."

Stanley looked at him gloomily.

Howard just pretended that he didn't see his glare.

It was an amusing ambiance at the dining table. Stanley didn't say a word and looked at Howard with a murderous look all the way.

However, Howard was very carefree. No one knew whether he had not seen it or automatically ignored Stanley's gaze.

Sharon shook her head and laughed.

Jackson lowered his head and ate. It seemed that he was used to this kind of scenario.

After breakfast, they began to argue about who would do the dishes. At first, Sharon intended to take the utensils and plates to the kitchen and wash them, but Stanley held her hand and didn't let her go.

"Howard, you do that." Stanley pointed at the man who had finished breakfast and sat on the sofa leisurely to rest.

Hearing this, Howard protested grumpily, "I don't want to. I have never washed a plate before. I have never even stepped into the kitchen before. How do you expect me to do the dishes? No, I don't want to. You can do the dishes all you want."

Upon hearing this, Sharon frowned and thought, "He is really a spoiled young master who never does house chores before."

She glanced at him and sat still after hearing Stanley's words.

Howard was anxious when he saw her sitting down. "Sharon, isn't doing dishes women's job?"

Hearing this, Sharon rolled her eyes. "What do you mean by that? Can't men do the dishes? I cooked for you and you've enjoyed your breakfast, so now you should go and do the dishes after yourself."

Howard responded quickly. "Then why didn't you ask Jackson and Stanley to do it?"

"Because they helped me before breakfast. One of them cleaned up the table and the other brought the plates and utensils. You're the only one who did nothing."

Howard glared at her, speechless.

Sharon looked at him with a smile. "Let's go now. Chop chop."

Howard sat still without a word.

Sharon began to tease him, "What good are you if you can't even do this?"

Howard despised being provoked, so when he heard Sharon tease him like this, he uttered, "Who says I can't do it? It's just doing the dishes. I can do it!"

Then he rolled up his sleeves and plunged into the kitchen.

Two minutes later, a crackling sound came from the kitchen.

It was the sound of the plates smashing on the floor.

Sharon didn't know what to say.

Stanley remained silent.

Jackson blinked, dumbfounded.

Howard was indeed a spoiled young master who was unable to do anything right.