Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 98

"Since you've been tempted, why do you reject me?"

"Because..."

Sharon sighed. "I can't go the wrong way because of a little temptation. Indeed, I yearn for my father to wake up, but I can't choose to go with you because you can help my father. If I chose you because of this temptation today, next time I'm likely to choose someone else if other temptations come my way... Mr. Frazier, this is how greed and desire grow in one's heart. I don't want to become the kind of person I hate."

She chose to marry Stanley because of money, which was already a mistake she made. She didn't want to repeat the same mistake because of this.

Liam looked at her in a daze. Her words seemed to carry some kind of power and hit him in the heart word by word.

There was a moment of blankness in his mind, and he actually lost the ability to think.

The Jones Family had treated him unfairly since he was a child. His mother was killed but his so- called father did not seek justice for her. Since then, hatred was planted in his heart day by day.

He swore to take back everything that belonged to him. As the seed of desire sprouted in his heart, his greed and desire were so massive after so many years that it was impossible to satisfy them.

He wanted more. He wanted to overthrow the Jones Family personally; he wanted to see Stanley, who had been high and mighty since he was young, kneeling in front of him; he wanted to see that so-called father approve of him...

It was not until Sharon pushed the chair away and stood up that he came to his senses. "Thank you for your lavish dinner in such a nice place. I'm afraid I can't repay your favor for the time being even

if I want to." She said with a smile.

Liam's eyes flickered and he fixed his glances on her.

She tilted her head and smiled, teasing herself, "When I make a fortune one day, I will definitely treat you to a good meal, and I will pay you back, including interest. What do you say?"

As the saying goes, a man with no money is no man at all.

Alas, she was still a poor student now and was incomparable to these rich people.

The smile on Sharon's face was very sweet and lovely. Although she didn't put on any makeup, she looked very charming and refreshing. Liam stared at her, feeling something fidgeting his heart.

She watched in shock as he pushed the chair away, leaned over, lifted her chin, and kissed her.

What the f*ck!

D*mn it!

Sharon felt as if a bomb exploded inside her head as her mind was totally blank and she was in a daze that she couldn't move for a few seconds. After that, she suddenly composed herself and began to resist.

"Uh..."

She struggled but found that she was too weak and couldn't break free from Liam's tight embrace.

She was shocked and furious, but she could do nothing about it.

There were even applause and whistles around them as the diners in the restaurant began to heckle, thinking that they were a couple who was displaying affection publicly. These onlookers

applauded and cheered them on.

Sharon was so anxious yet she couldn't do anything about it. Liam who was kissing her forcibly became more and more overbearing and fierce.

In the beginning, Liam hesitated a little, but after kissing her and tasting her sweetness, the hesitation became a kind of affirmation.

He wanted more!

He kissed her deeper and deeper. He wanted to pry open her tightly closed lips and explore her more...

Sharon perceived his intensifying possessive desire and began to feel scared. She resisted harder and harder, using her limbs to kick and slap him.

The diners in the restaurant gradually noticed that something was wrong, but they hesitated and did not go up to help.

Sharon was so anxious that she was about to cry. Suddenly, the world seemed to quieten down at once, and the steady and familiar footsteps resonated.

It was...

At the thought of him, Sharon's heart began to beat violently.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer...

Then, the forceful power on her lips suddenly disappeared.

Sharon was free. She covered her mouth and immediately retreated. Instinctively, she wanted to hide in a safe place.

It was at this time that the women's exclamation echoed.

"Ah..."

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Sharon looked up and saw Liam fell to the ground.

Standing in front of Liam, Stanley raised his fist and punched it down hard.

Liam grunted, and soon there was blood on the corner of his lips.

Stanley's eyes turned scarlet as he punched again.

Liam kicked him that sent Stanley to take two steps back.

Liam wiped his mouth, and the red blood on the back of his hand stimulated every cell in his body. A hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he picked up a chair next to him and hurled it at Stanley.

With a bang, the chair hit heavily on Stanley's arm, and the wooden chair was instantly torn apart!

But Stanley stood still and didn't move, even his expression didn't change, as if he couldn't feel any pain.

However, Sharon grimaced in pain, feeling as if the chair was slammed directly on her.

Her tears fell uncontrollably and she shouted, "Liam, stop!"

"Stop, all of you!"

Yet the two men didn't listen to her at all. They were like two fierce beasts.

Stanley sneered and glanced at the knife on the dining table. He picked it up casually and walked toward Liam with bloodthirsty light flashing in his dark eyes.

People in the restaurant began to scream, and those who were scared fled from the restaurant.

"Don't move!"

The cold knife was pressed against Liam's neck. Liam spat out a mouthful of blood and raised his eyebrows to look at him. "Why? Are you going to kill me?"

Stanley's eyes were cold, as if his eyes had turned into a scary black hole that would swallow everything into it. "Do you think I dare not?"

Liam provoked him, "You don't dare. There are so many people here who can be my witnesses if you killed me. And your wife! Do you think she will want to continue living with a murderer?"

Upon the mention of Sharon, there was a kind of light flashing in Stanley's eyes that soon returned to normal. There was no emotion in his eyes, just like a pool of stagnant water. "Do you think I'd want what you've touched?"

Liam laughed and said, "So, now that I've touched Sharon, you don't want her anymore?"

Stanley stared at him maliciously.

After Liam finished speaking, he glanced over and saw Sharon, who was standing in the corner, shaking in fear and her face turning pale. Obviously, she had heard their conversation.

Liam grinned again. "Since you don't want her, I can take her over. I've tasted your wife. She is so sweet and lovely that I'm a little addicted..."

With a loud bang, Stanley punched Liam again. Liam turned his head to the side due to the punch, tasting a rustic bloody taste in his mouth, and stars dancing in front of his eyes.

When Liam saw Stanley's dark eyes, he laughed arrogantly. "Even if you beat me to death, it won't change the fact that I've kissed your wife!"

The knuckles of Stanley's hand, which was holding the knife, turned white. The explosive anger was surging inside him. His facial features were cold as if they were covered with a layer of frost. The blue veins on his forehead protruded, and his eyes were red.

He tried his best not to drive the knife into Liam's neck. It was not because he didn't dare to do so, but because of his remarks... Sharon stood behind him. If she witnessed his ferocity with her own eyes, how could she be with him in the future?

At this point, he was still worried about whether she would be afraid of him or not.

Ironic.

It was really ironic.

She kissed another man in front of him. How could he not be angry?

The restaurant was in a huge mess. The chairs and tables fell all over the place, and the plates were smashed to pieces. It was a shocking sight.

The diners had all fled. The manager was also alarmed by the incident and called for the security guards. Anthony came forward to stop them. After showing his identity, the manager knew that there was a conflict between the two big shots inside whom he could not afford to provoke, so he dismissed the guards.

Anthony was so anxious yet he couldn't do anything about it. There were layers of cold sweat on his forehead. He saw his boss holding a knife against Liam's neck, but he couldn't stop him.

No one could stop Stanley from doing what he wanted to do.

The only thing he could do now was to hope that Stanley would calm down slightly and would not kill Liam in a fit of anger.

Liam looked provocatively at Stanley who was holding a knife against him. His expression was so relaxed that it was as if he was on vacation. Stanley looked back at him coldly, suddenly took back his knife, and said with disgust and coldness, "It will only stain my hands to kill you!"

After that, he turned and left.

Liam's expression shifted abruptly, and there was a ferocious and distorted hatred in his eyes. He picked up a vase next to him and threw it at the back of Stanley's head.

"Boss, be careful!"

Anthony screamed in surprise. He didn't expect Liam to stab Stanley in the back.

Stanley turned his head back. Suddenly, he felt a tight grip on his waist as someone held him tightly.

Liam's expression changed. He wanted to withdraw his action, but it was too late.

The vase that he threw hit Sharon heavily.

There was a loud crack resonated in his ears. It was the sound of the broken vase couple with Sharon's cries of pain. "Ah..."

Stanley lowered his gaze in astonishment. When he saw Sharon who was hugging him, a trace of disbelief flashed across his eyes. He even trembled violently.

She rushed over and blocked the vase for him.

Was she crazy? Or was she stupid?

She was a woman! How could she stand Liam's attack!

Sharon held him tightly to block that blow for him. Because of the pain, blood drained from her face and her closed eyes trembled.

"Anthony!"

Stanley's heart was filled with anger. He shouted, "Come here!"

Anthony immediately ran over. Stanley pushed Sharon to him, and Anthony immediately carried her.

Stanley's voice was as deep as a drum as he said, "Take her out first!"

"Yes."

Anthony immediately turned and left.

As soon as they left, Stanley suddenly threw the knife back, and the knife flew toward Liam like a bullet with a clang of coldness.

Liam leaned his body aside, but he was still a little too late. The knife sliced his arm and shot into the wall, letting out an ear-deafening sound.

As his throat tightened, Stanley stretched his hands out and strangled him. Liam felt harder and harder to breathe, and his neck was almost twisted into two pieces. He looked at Stanley's cold eyes that were filled with fearsome hostility.

"From now on, if I see you approaching her again, I'll kill you!" Stanley warned him word by word. His dark eyes were sharp and horrifying. "I let you go seven years ago. I won't let you go again seven years later. Don't give me another chance to kill you!"

Liam only felt that the hand on his neck became tighter and tighter, and he started to feel suffocated. Stanley really wanted to kill him.

Blue veins popped out on Stanley's forehead. In the end, he loosened his grip, turned around, and strode away.