Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 104

Stanley snorted and walked away with Sharon on his shoulder.

Sharon widened her eyes and looked at Melody, who was making way for him. She was dumbfounded and asked, "Melody, rescue me, quick!"

Melody shook her head helplessly. "I'm sorry, my hands are tied."

"Then you'll just watch me be bullied."

"What are you talking about? Mr. Jones is not a bad guy. He won't hurt you." Melody chased after them. "Sharon, don't be afraid. Everything will be okay."

Sharon rolled her eyes in utter agitation.

What were these people, helping the devil instead! Couldn't they see that the big bad wolf was dragging her back to his den?

Relying upon herself was better than relying upon others!

Sharon twisted and struggled at the same time. "B*stard, put me down!"

Stanley ignored her.

Sharon screamed, "What are you doing?

You're kidnapping me! I'm going to call the police and tell them that you hit me! Let go of me!"

Stanley slapped her on the buttock again. "Is it kidnapping or domestic violence? Call the police after you figure out the charges!"

D*mmit!

She would rather die right now.

Her resistance was ineffective as she was carried downstairs like a potato sack on his shoulder.

He was so strong that his arms held her tightly and she couldn't move.

It wasn't until she was thrown into the car and bumped her head on the car chair that she suddenly calmed down.

What was she doing?

Why would she struggle since she was no match for him no matter what?

She might as well be obedient and sensible just like before so that she did not have to suffer the physical pain.

After thinking it through, Sharon calmed down, sat up straight, and looked at him quietly.

In the driver's seat, Stanley's expression was very gloomy and grumpy as if a thunderstorm was hovering on his face. The blue veins on his forehead were throbbing, and it was obvious that he was suppressing his anger.

Sharon knew that he was in a dangerous mode now, so she did not dare to provoke him and shrank herself to the side.

Her every little move fell into his glances, and his expression turned cold.

Stanley tilted his head and looked over. "Come here!"

Sharon's body went stiff and she didn't move.

Stanley sneered and said, "Do you really want me to do it myself?"

Sharon bit her lip and stared at him warily.

The atmosphere suddenly became horrifying, and the dead silence circulated inside the car.

Sharon thought that it was very likely that he would pound on her and do something dangerous to her in the next second.

When Stanley was about to take action, his cell phone suddenly rang, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Frowning, he reached for the phone. When he saw the caller ID, he paused for a moment, and finally answered it, "Hello."

Shawn's voice sounded. "How is it? Have you found her?"

Glancing at the woman in the front passenger seat, Stanley looked away to look out of the window. "You are really concerned about my affairs."

His voice showed a hint of imperceptible displeasure.

Shawn was stunned. After a while, he smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong. I'm just showing my concern. If you didn't pick me up today, your wife probably wouldn't have had the chance to do such a thing, so I called you out of courtesy."

Males were very possessive of their territories and partners and could not allow the opposite sex to get their hands on them and think about them.

This was especially true for men like Stanley, who had power and influence.

So Shawn immediately expressed his true objectives.

Stanley suppressed his emotions and said, "I've found her. Thank you for your concern."

"You're welcome."

"If there's nothing to say, I'll hang up first."

Now that Stanley was focusing all his attention on Sharon, he had no time to chat with other men.

Shawn smiled and said, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Stanley cut off the phone.

Shawn held his mobile phone and narrowed his eyes. Now he was more and more curious about what kind of woman Stanley's wife was to let Stanley be jealous of her so much.

Stanley threw away his phone and impatiently pulled his tie. Sharon sat in the front passenger seat and didn't dare to make the slightest sound.

Looking at her withering face, Stanley was even angrier. "Am I a monster that will eat you up?"

Sharon curled her lips and muttered in a low voice, "A monster is not as scary as you..."

"What did you say?" Stanley narrowed his eyes.

Sharon pursed her lips and said nothing.

Talking back to him never ended well.

Sitting upright, she ignored him, didn't look at him, and didn't even say w word to him. Her attitude was indifferent as if he was nothing but a stranger.

Stanley was furious upon seeing the sight. He started the car and left, directly stepping on the accelerator to the very end.

Ah...

Sharon held her scream in her mouth. She gritted her teeth and did not cry out.

"I can't let him look down on me," she thought. Although she was afraid, she would never cry out.

With trembling hands, she touched the seat belt and fastened it with a click.

After licking her dry lips, Sharon closed her eyes and told herself not to be afraid.

But her face was getting paler and paler.

Looking at her like this, Stanley frowned more and more deeply.

In the villa.

In the bathroom.

It had been 20 minutes since Sharon immersed herself in the water. The water in the bathtub became colder and her body slowly warmed up.

Stanley drove all the way at a high speed. Sharon had been holding back the scream in the end and did not call out.

Once she got home, she couldn't stand it anymore. She quickly went to the toilet and vomited.

After vomiting, she felt a little more comfortable. After taking a shower, she felt fresh again.

She took a few deep breaths and got up to put on her clothes.

When she pushed the bathroom door open and walked out, she saw a person sitting on the sofa in the bedroom.

Stanley was lying there.

Sharon stood there and looked at him. He slumped into the sofa leisurely with the cigarette between his fingers which looked like the eyes of a dormant beast.

After watching for a while, Sharon walked over and said slowly.

"Let's get a divorce."

Sharon's voice sounded as she looked at the back of his head.

The body on the sofa moved. Stanley sat up and turned to look at her as if he had not heard her. "What did you say?"

His voice was deep and cold.

His sharp phoenix eyes forced her to look away, and then she cursed herself for being timid and cowardly, so she widened her eyes and looked back at him. "Stanley Jones, let's get a divorce!"

This time, her voice was loud and clear, full of energy.

He got up from the sofa, squinted his dangerous eyes, and slowly walked over to her. His upper body was bare, and his muscles were firm and full of strength. He wore only suit pants, his belt unbuckling and hanging on one side sexily.

Sharon bit her lip, turned her face away, and stepped back.

The mature male scent quickly surrounded her. Sharon had no way to retreat.

"Say it again!"

The man's low and hoarse voice rang in her ear.

Her heart was beating fast, and all she smelled was his odor. She shivered and did not dare to look up at him.

Suddenly, he pushed her and she fell down hard.

"Ah!"

She couldn't help screaming.

She closed her eyes in fear, but the pain she imagined did not come. Instead, she fell into a wall of flesh.

Sharon suddenly opened her eyes and looked straight into his dark and deep eyes, as well as his thin lips that were pursed into a sharp line.

"Are you going to divorce me?"

Stanley opened his mouth and asked in a calm voice.

"Don't back out!" Sharon shouted at herself in her mind.

This was the decision she made after thinking about it in the hospital ward for two days.

"Yes." She nodded.

Stanley smiled, but his eyes remained cold. "How much do you want from the divorce?"

Sharon was stunned. "What do you mean by how much?"

"How much money do you want me to give you?"

Sharon stopped breathing and looked at him in a daze.

"You want a divorce means that you want money. Tell me a number. Let me see how greedy you can be, huh?" There was no emotion in his eyes.

Her heart seemed to be filled with ice water and slowly cooled down. Sharon looked down. After a while, she smiled and said, "You're indeed rich. Your monthly expenses equal to my entire life of saving. Mr. Jones, you slept with me for at least one year for free. Well, how much do you intend to give me?"

Her heart was numb, and she couldn't feel any pain no matter what she said.

Similarly, she did not feel anything when she was belittling herself.

Since he thought she did it for the sake of money, then let it be. As long as he could divorce her, he could think whatever he wanted.

The woman under him smiled, her big eyes glistening with water. Stanley stared at her coldly, as if he tried to penetrate her soul and read her real thoughts.

But he couldn't see anything.

There was a sudden frost in his dark eyes. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Sharon widened her eyes and reached out to push him hard.

What was this b*stard doing?

Stanley's tall body suppressed her petite body, and Sharon could barely move. She gritted her teeth and resisted by scratching him with her sharp nails. Her fingers scratched his chin heavily.

"Hiss!"

He drew a breath of cold air, and his eyes were burning with anger.

Sharon bit her lip and raised her knee to kick him, but he easily avoided her attack.

Stanley was so angry that he laughed. He forcibly pulled her body with his big hand. Sharon groaned and lay face down. She gasped heavily and her eyes turned red with humiliation.

She could clearly feel his desire, but she couldn't resist his advances.

In her ears was his hoarse breathing sound, and the muscles on his body were trapping her.

Sharon suddenly sobbed softly, crying in a suppressed and low voice.

Stanley paused for a moment. He reached out to touch her face, and his palm was wet.

She cried.

Stanley was taken aback.

He didn't expect that she would cry.

Sharon bit the quilt and cried out. Stanley felt irritated as he heard her cry as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, and he couldn't even breathe.

He turned her around, bowed his head, and kissed her hard, trying to stop her from crying and muffle her mouth...

Reluctant, Sharon raised her hand and was about to slap him when a cold light flashed in his eyes as he pinched her wrist and pressed it hard to the side.

There was a soft cracking sound.

Biting her teeth to resist the pain, Sharon did not snort. Instead, she stared straight at him with her watery eyes.

Stanley pursed his lips, and there was a hint of anger in his phoenix eyes. "Sharon Cruz!"

It was the first time that he called her name so harshly.

Sharon trembled. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she kicked him hard, got up, and ran out.

Stanley was agitated to the extreme. He chased after her with his long legs and directly pressed her to the ground.

Sharon struggled like crazy and threw whatever she touched.

Crackle!

Crash! Bang!

She had smashed everything that she could grab.

Downstairs, Hazel was shocked to hear this. "How affectionate are they to make such a big noise."

Obviously, she misunderstood what was going on upstairs.

Although Stanley dodged nimbly, he was hit by the ashtray on his feet. He bit his teeth and shouted, "Crazy girl!"

Sharon sneered. "Yes, I'm crazy! Stay away from me!"

Stanley seized the opportunity and pounced on her.

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Sharon was pressed to the ground.

Stanley snatched a teacup from her hand. Just as he was about to speak, Sharon lifted her foot and kicked him hard.

Stanley shifted his body to dodge her attack. She kicked the tea table instead, and the tea table fell to the ground with a loud crash. The things on it were all broken.

Stanley's eyes turned red, like a lion that had been irritated. He bit her slender fair neck.

"Enough already!"