Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 162

"What are you doing?" Sharon moved back and stared at Stanley who was approaching her slowly. "Don't come over. Do you hear me? I'll kick you!"

Stanley was like a dangerous cheetah as he slowly approached her as if he was inching closer to his prey.

Sensing that something bad was going to happen, Sharon got up and was about to run away.

Stanley pressed on her immediately

She couldn't move at once as he pressed her down on the sofa.

"I dare you to repeat what you just said." He stared at her with burning eyes.

Sharon trembled timidly. She could not remember what she had said. "D- Did I say anything wrong?"

She simply said that she was spending a night outside, didn't she?

Her sin was compounded as she failed to realize her mistake after committing it, and Stanley decided that her crime was punishable by a kiss on her lips.

Sharon blushed and stared straight at him. Stanley reached out and pinched her fleshy cheek. "Why are you staring at me?"

Couldn't she just close her eyes?

Sharon looked shy and embarrassed. "What do you want to do?"

"What do you think?"

"Stop. Don't do it."

She stretched out her hand to push him, while Stanley held her small hand in front of his chest with a fiery look in his eyes.

Sharon saw that he was serious and couldn't run away, so she became anxious again. She opened her mouth in panic and shouted, "Help!"

Stanley looked askance at her.

Hearing the commotion in the kitchen, Hazel was busy with the stew that she had no time to come out, so she shouted without looking back, "Stop quarreling. Dinner will be ready soon."

Worked up, Sharon shouted again, "Hazel, help me!"

Hazel favored Sharon more, so she said, "Mister, don't bully Madam please."

Stanley was rendered speechless.

Seeing that this move was effective, Sharon shouted even more enthusiastically, "Help... Help..."

Stanley's face darkened and thought, "This young lady is really unruly nowadays."

His hands were so large that he could grab her wrists with one hand and tickle her with the other.

Itching, Sharon laughed while trying to avoid the tickling and begging, "Stop... Don't... Haha! Stop! I'm sorry..."

"What are you sorry for?"

"You want to kiss me but I don't let you!"

Stanley lowered his head, biting her mouth and saying, "Do you still want to be so dull-sighted in the future?"

"Of course I won't. Haha, I beg you to let me go..."

When Hazel came out of the kitchen with the stew, she saw the couple who were fighting on the sofa.

Her eyes became wet as she witnessed the scene.

She hadn't seen Stanley so happy for many years. He hadn't had a happy and pleasant life in the past few years but thanks to Sharon, he was able to be happy again.

After wiping her tears, Hazel said, "Alright, enough with your bicker. The food is getting cold. Hurry, come and eat."

Sharon blushed and reached out to push him.

"Get up, Hazel is looking our way."

Stanley glanced at her. He stopped what he was doing and got up from the sofa.

Sharon tidied up her clothes and immediately followed him.

In the dining hall.

Sharon looked at Stanley sitting opposite while drinking soup, thinking that he was very good at pretending as he returned to his gentleman self again.

He was sitting there, well-dressed, elegant, and mild- mannered, looking particularly handsome.

Sharon curled her lip and was about to speak when her cell phone suddenly rang.

She looked at it and found that it was an unknown number but she recognized this string of numbers.

It was Shawn's.

She quickly ended the call as if nothing had happened, but when she looked up and saw Stanley staring at her, her heart jolted in panic.

"Honey, why don't you eat?"

Sharon changed the topic.

"Who called?" Stanley asked.

Her mission of changing the topic failed.

Sharon shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe it's a spam call."

Stanley's eyes were very hot. She didn't dare to look at him and immediately moved her gaze away.

However, her phone rang again despite her effort to ignore it. It kept ringing relentlessly as if it carried some sort of affection with it.

Sharon was on pins and needles.

"Answer it."

Stanley opened his thin lips slightly and said faintly.

Sharon bit her spoon and said, "Hubby..."

"Didn't you hear me?" Stanley looked at her. "Or, you want me to answer it for you?"

Was he kidding?

He would definitely kill her if he answered it!

Sharon immediately reached out her hand and said, "Thanks but no thanks. I'll answer it myself."

As soon as she answered the call, Shawn's voice came from the other end of the line, "Sharon, why didn't you pick up my call just now?"

Before Sharon opened her mouth to speak, Stanley ordered again, "Put on the speaker."

What?

"Put it on!"

Sharon didn't want to, but there was nothing she could do. After hesitating for a while, she gritted her teeth and clicked on the speaker button reluctantly.

"Sharon?"

Shawn couldn't hear her voice, so he called her name anxiously on the phone.

"Sharon, what's wrong with you?"

Stanley's deep gaze made her heart tremble. She immediately said, "l-l'm fine."

"Why did you hang up my phone just now? Is it inconvenient to answer the phone?"

Hearing this, Sharon immediately nodded and said, "Yes, it's inconvenient."

She had thought that Shawn would say, "Then I won't disturb you any further. I'll contact you next time."

However, he did not come to the same realization. After a pause, he said, "Then I think now is a convenient time for you since you have answered my call."

Sharon didn't know what else to say.

She was forced to do so.

Sharon cleared her throat and asked directly, "Why do you call me?"

"Can't I call you for no reason?"

Sharon pursed her lips in dismay.

She didn't dare to say anything as she was afraid that the man sitting opposite her would flip the table in rage.

She could only remain silent.

Pursing his lips, Shawn said after a long while, "Didn't you say that you will deliver dinner to me at night? I have been waiting for a long time, but you haven't come yet."

What?

Sharon was shocked. That was the reason why he called her.

As soon as Sharon opened her mouth, she felt an enormous chill from the opposite side of the table. She shrank her neck and did not dare to look up. "1-1 didn't say that. If you want to eat, ask Peter to prepare it for you. You don't have to wait for me."

Shawn said, sounding stubborn, "I won't eat unless you deliver the food for me."

Sharon blinked in bewilderment.

Was he a three-year-old child?

She was speechless.

"Forget it. It's too late now, so it's not convenient for you to come here. You don't have to come," Shawn said.

"Thank goodness!" Sharon thought, almost kneeling down to thank the Lord.

"Well, have a good rest. If there's nothing else, I'll..."

"You will come tomorrow, won't you? I'll wait for you at noon tomorrow. The food you made today suits my taste very much. Can I eat it again tomorrow?"

As soon as Shawn finished speaking, the cold air on the opposite side became stronger.

Even if she didn't look up, she could feel Stanley's cold gazes falling on her.

She swallowed hard and felt as if she had just been struck by a bolt of lightning.

For Heaven's sake!

Sharon didn't dare to say anything else as she was afraid that Shawn would say something explosive, so she immediately hung up the phone and then lowered her head to eat, pretending that nothing had happened.

A second later.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds had passed, but there was still no sound from the opposite side of the table. Sharon's heart began to beat wildly. What was he doing? Instead of saying something, was he thinking about how to teach her a lesson?

If she risked nothing, then she risked everything.

Whatever.

"I can explain." Sharon looked up and said, "If you want to hear it, I can tell you everything."

Stanley looked at her expressionlessly.

At the sight of him like this, Sharon knew that she was doomed.

He was really pissed.

After spending a year with him, she knew what he looked like when he was angry.

He looked exactly like this!

He would stare at her quietly with his daggerlike gazes and unfathomable expression.

Sharon licked the corners of her mouth and said, "It's you who asked me to answer the phone and turn on the speakerphone. You asked for all of this so you can't blame me for it, can you?"

Stanley was so annoyed that he laughed instead. "Are you implying that I'm at fault?"

Sharon muttered in a low voice, "Aren't you?"

Stanley looked at her coldly.

Alright. Fine.

She surrendered.

She immediately corrected herself by saying, "I'm the one who's wrong. Happy now?"

After glancing at her with deep eyes, Stanley threw down the cutlery in his hand, got up and left.

Uh...

Sharon was dumbfounded as she looked at him leaving after throwing a tantrum.

What had she done to marry such a petty-minded man?

Sighing, Sharon lowered her head to eat.

"I'd better eat first. It'll take a lot of strength to coax him later," she thought.

Hazel came out of the kitchen and only saw one person at the dining table, so she asked doubtfully, "Where is Mr. Jones? Why did he leave halfway through his dinner?"

There was still some food left on his plate.

Sharon didn't want Hazel to be worried, so she immediately said, "He had an upset

stomach and went to the bathroom."

Hazel looked at her skeptically.

"Well, I'm full, too. Hazel, take your time. I'll go upstairs first."

"Oh, okay."

Sharon immediately ran upstairs when she had the chance. When she passed by the study room, she glanced at it and found that there was no one in it. Then she went straight to the bedroom.

Sure enough, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Sharon waited outside but he did not come out after a long time.

Did he really need to take so long to take a shower? This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She leaned against the door and continued to wait.

Finally, five minutes later, the door was opened, and Sharon, who was leaning against the door, almost fell down.

Stanley took two steps back and kept a distance from her. There was only a bath towel around his waist and his upper body was naked. His bronze-colored skin looked more delicate and sturdy under the light. His standard and distinct abdominal muscles indicated his masculine figure.

Sharon steadied herself and swallowed.

He was so handsome.

Stanley frowned. It was the first time that he found out that she was actually a little lecher!

Noticing his unpleasant expression, Sharon immediately looked away and donned a serious tone as she said, "Well, honey, have you finished showering?"

Stanley didn't even look at her. He pushed her away and walked into the bedroom.

Sharon immediately followed him and said, "Hey, honey..."

She followed him closely, her brain spinning rapidly to speculate his thoughts.

She was even one step ahead of him and knew what he needed.

"You want to use the hairdryer, don't you?"

Sharon immediately took out the hairdryer from the cabinet and handed it to him.

Stanley did not take it. With a faint look in his eyes, Sharon immediately understood and patted the sofa beside her. "Sit down, please. I'll blow it for you."

Stanley still didn't say anything, but he sat down.

Sharon started to blow his hair immediately like an obedient maid.

When the hairdryer was switched on, the buzzing sound echoed across the room as she slowly and gently caressed his black hair. Stanley narrowed his eyes as if he was a lion being stroked by someone.