Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 163

Stanley's hair was short, so Sharon was done blowing his hair in a few minutes. She tossed the hairdryer aside and began to massage his shoulders. "How are you feeling? Is it comfortable?"

Stanley closed his eyes and enjoyed her rare flattery.

Sharon got her knickers in a twist as he remained silent all the time so she couldn't tell what was playing in his mind.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat and said, "Actually, it's not good for your health to take a bath right after the meal."

Stanley remained silent.

"Haha, you know this without me saying it, so I won't say it."

Stanley still kept quiet.

"Dear, I've blown your hair and massaged your shoulder. Is there anything else you need?"

Silence ensued.

Stanley, who had been silent for a long time, finally said, "My clothes."

"Oh, your pajamas, right!" Sharon answered.

"Sit down. I'll fetch them for you."

After that, she ran to the wardrobe and opened the door. Looking at his pajamas, she asked without turning her head, "Honey, which one do you wear? The plaid or pure white?"

"Whatever."

"Then let's wear the plaids one. It makes you look more handsome."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to take out the bright-colored set of plaid pajamas and gave them to him eagerly. "Here you go."

Stanley took it and got up to take off the bath towel on his waist.

He arched his eyebrows as he did not hear the scream that he anticipated. Why didn't she shout?

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Sharon blinked in a daze, not expecting him to act so indecently. After a moment of befuddlement, she came to her senses and started screaming.

However, she stopped screaming when she saw the malicious smile on his face.

He didn't mind being naked in front of her, so why should she be so shocked to see him naked?

"Bring it on!" She began to admire his naked body above board. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that he was in an excellent body shape with all the sexy muscles. It was such a feast to her eyes.

She swallowed hard and couldn't help moving her mouth.

Just like that, a whistling sound floated out of her mouth.

The bedroom suddenly became quiet.

Stanley's face darkened immediately upon hearing the whistle.

Sharon blushed inadvertently.

She didn't mean it. She just couldn't control the flirtatious feeling in her heart for a while there.

Stanley glared at her. "Why are you still standing there? Turn around!"

"...Oh."

Sharon blushed, even more, when he shouted at her. She immediately turned around and then patted her hot cheek.

"Alas, I don't have the potential to act indecently as he does," she thought.

As she listened to the sound of him got changed behind her, she found it amusing. Did he actually feel shy?

On second thought, it made sense. After all, this was the man whose ears would flush after she teased him.

Oh, she found him quite adorable when she thought about it.

While she was thinking about if there was any other secret that she had not discovered, a heavy male voice came from behind her, "I'm done."

Sharon turned back and found that the plaid pajamas she liked were already on him.

Some people were really born to look good in anything.

He looked so charming and handsome no matter what he wore.

Stanley was so amazing that he could present his own vibe wearing clothes in different styles.

If he became a model, he would definitely be famous instantly.

"Don't look at me as if you want to strip me naked!"

Stanley's voice resonated again.

Sharon came to her senses and smiled awkwardly. "Did I?"

Ignoring her, Stanley took a book from the table and read it on the sofa.

Sharon touched her nose awkwardly as she could sense that he didn't want to talk to her, so she turned around and went to the bathroom.

"Forget it, I'm going to take a shower too," she mumbled to herself.

After the shower, she emerged from the bathroom and saw Stanley still leaning on the sofa leisurely, wearing soft cotton pajamas. He was holding a book in his hand, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He slightly lowered his head, revealing his handsome side profile.

Sharon first paced in front of him and then found a hairdryer to dry her hair. After that, she paced in front of him again.

Her pacing finally drove Stanley up the wall as he slammed the book shut and looked up at her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh." Sharon did not understand what he was asking. "I didn't do anything."

Stanley's eyes were very deep, and there seemed to be a fire in them. "You didn't do anything? Then why are you pacing in front of me in that skimpy pajamas?"

Sharon looked askance at him.

He must be having an off-color thought.

How dare he blame her for her pajamas when he was the one with a crude mind.

Sharon was speechless for a while, then she fidgetted her long hair, smiled charmingly, and leaned over to him. "Dear, do you think I'm pretty?"

Stanley looked at her coldly. "Do you want to play with fire again?"

"Yes." Sharon nodded without hesitation.

"Would you like to play with me?"

This woman was simply a vixen!

The spark in Stanley's eyes went off as he grabbed her and asked, "Do you know the consequences?"

Sharon shrank timidly as she saw lustful flames in his eyes.

Frankly speaking, she was a little scared.

But if this could calm him down, she wouldn't mind "selling herself off" albeit frightfully.

Thinking of this, she reached out her little hands to touch his chest, and then coquettishly licked her lips like how the

flirtatious women did. "Honey..."

It was so disgusting!

Sharon was disgusted by herself and decided to stop.

When she was about to withdraw her hand and got away from him, Stanley threw the book away and pressed her on the sofa.

Alright.

Looking at the man's wolf-like gazes, Sharon began to fear.

She felt that she had really provoked him.

She was certain that she would be tormented to the extreme tonight.

Stanley lifted her chin and looked at her dark eyes. Her big eyes were watery and looked like a pair of gems soaking in crystal clear water.

Before Stanley bowed his head and kissed her, he said, "I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow."

"Huh?"

What did he say?

Before Sharon could react, Stanley had already attacked her with his fiery movements, and there was a flash of light in his phoenix eyes under the glasses.

All Sharon's questions were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say a word.

Because she had no chance to open her mouth.

The next day.

Before Sharon opened her eyes, she groaned in pain as soon as she woke up.

D*mn it. It hurt so much.

Last night, Stanley went mad and tortured her lustfully.

A hand was placed on her waist. Sharon was tightly held in his arms, and she could not move.

She tried to struggle a few times and woke up the man who was sleeping soundly.

"Be good. Don't move."

His hoarse voice was low, sexy, and charming.

Sharon's ears turned red. "Hey, let go of me. I'm going to take a bath."

He hugged her so tightly that her body was covered with sweat.

"Hmm," said Stanley, but he didn't move his hand. Sharon rolled her eyes and said, "Well, let go. I want to get out of bed."

Silence ensued.

Another faint sound came from behind her. It was his shallow breathing.