Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 82

Stanley looked at Sharon beside him who was still wiping away her tears silently.

It was as if she had suffered a great grievance and was sobbing softly. It was not a loud and dramatic wail, but the kind of gentle cry that made one's heart wrench in pain.

Stanley's heart was in a mess because of her crying. He frowned, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

The smell of smoke went down his throat, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart.

After a while, he was in a better mood and looked at her sideways. "Tell me, were you wrong? How dare you say that you like other men in front of me?"

Even if it was fake, he would not allow it!

"I've explained it. I was just kidding." Sharon's face was red and her eyes were wet. "Besides, it was you who misunderstood. I only took him as my big brother!"

"You call his name directly and so sweetly!" NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

"He helped Melody and me out of the police station, and he is very kind and considerate. He is not a stranger to me. What's wrong with calling him by his name anyway?"

Stanley looked over with his gloomy and pitch- black eyes, his gazes burning like torches. "Are you still angry that I didn't get you out of the police station the first chance I got?"

Sharon turned her face away, wiped her eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "No!"

He took another two deep breaths, and the smoke spread inside his lungs, slowly soothing his turbulent emotions.

He didn't say anything for a long time. After silently finishing a cigarette, he threw the cigarette butt, and slowly said, "It was an oversight on my part. I shouldn't have let the lawyer handle everything without a thorough investigation, and you... you have the right to be angry."

After he finished speaking with his deep and awkward voice, it was silence again.

Sharon turned her head in astonishment and disbelief. Did he literally explain the situation to her?

He was such a proud man who would never give in, but He never lowered his head, but now he swallowed his pride and explained to her!

He would have to be very determined in order to say these things out loud!

Sharon was the kind of person who could be persuaded by reason but not be cowed by force. The worse your attitude was, the tougher she was. On the contrary, when you reasoned with her gently, she instantly lost her temper.

Without looking at him, she spruced up her clothes that he had just messed up, raised her small hand to stroke her messy hair, and said in a low voice, "I know."

What did she know?

Stanley frowned and looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"Anthony told me everything. He told me that you were on a business trip in Grasmere and you didn't know about the conflict I had with Jewel. It wasn't until Jim... Mr. Hudson told you that you knew that I was locked up in the police station. I know all of these."

She said in a soft voice.

Stanley was stunned that she knew everything, so what was his explanation for just now? He swallowed his pride and explained the truth to her like a clown!

However, Sharon could not figure out Stanley's distorted thoughts as she said in a crisp voice, "So, I am not angry with you, and I forgive you."

He was not there, and he didn't know, so she had no reason to be angry.

Besides, he came to her as soon as he learned about the truth.

She was grateful to him on this point.

When he heard this, he raised his eyebrows and glared at her. "Are you showing off?"

Sharon blinked her big eyes, puzzled. "What for?"

"You are showing off your smugness and my submission!" he could only curse it out loud inside him.

If he said it out loud, wouldn't it be even more humiliating?

With his noble status and at the top of the pyramid since he was young, it was always others who had to submit and explain to him.

His egoistic manly self-esteem did not allow him to lower himself to a woman.

This was the first time he swallowed his pride in front of Sharon!

Stanley threw a sideways glance at Sharon who was sitting on the cold washstand, looking down and tidying up her clothes he had torn. He was a little rough earlier that he tore her clothes into pieces. Her hair was messy but it added a unique charm to her.

Such a fascinating look aroused his every cell. Stanley swallowed and forced himself to withdraw his gaze, or he might really have crossed the line.

After taking another drag of the cigarette, Stanley threw away the cigarette butt, slightly opened his thin lips, and said, "Well, I need to give Anthony a raise then. Good for him to explain on behalf of me and clear the misunderstanding."

Sharon simply stared at him without a word.

This was after all a female restroom. Stanley rushed in in a hurry, and now that he had come to his senses, he knew that he could not stay here for long.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and walked away, whispering to her, "Follow me!"

Sharon curled her lip. The washstand was a little high, and she didn't put any attention when she jumped down.

"Hiss..." She grimaced in pain as she sprained her ankle.

Stanley who was walking in front looked back at her and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Sharon gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and followed him.

Stanley didn't notice anything strange about her for a while.

Sharon had been following him all the time as they emerged from the restroom.

He led her all the way. Obviously, he had passed through his room, but he had no intention to stop, which made Sharon confused. "Hey, where are you taking me?"

Weren't they going back to the room?

Stanley walked forward without looking back and blurted coldly, "I want to sell you off!"

Sharon blinked in bewilderment

Stanley was walking in wide strides that she couldn't catch up with him for a while and she had to run. "Are we leaving now? Don't you want to say anything to them before we go?"

"Why?" Stanley tilted his head and looked at her with a faint smile as he teased, "You don't want to part with Jimmy?"

D*mn it!

Sharon wanted to curse at him, but she didn't dare to do so. She simply rolled her eyes at him and didn't bother to talk to him who had a messed-up mind.

Even if she wanted to fall in love with a man, she would not like his friend, okay?

After leaving the club, Stanley took her directly to the underground parking lot.

As soon as Sharon got in the car, the car rushed out directly with a screeching sound before she could even fasten her seat belt.

Ah!

Sharon opened her mouth to scream but she could not produce any sound as she was scared out of her wits.

He drove the car faster and faster. Trembling, Sharon fastened her seat belt, clutched the ceiling handle tightly, and muttered, "Stanley Jones, what are you doing?"

Stanley ignored her.

Sharon shouted, "Stop, stop!"

Stanley glanced at her and said, "Say whatever you want to say!"

"I want to get out of the car! Let me off!" Sharon shouted. It was too dangerous as he was accelerating.

Stanley sneered. "Are you so afraid of death?"

"Aren't you?"

"Nope."

Sharon glared at him in horror.

"I don't want to sit in the same car as you are. Stop the car. I want to get off!"

He wasn't afraid of death, but she was!

Looking at her pale face, he smirked as a hint of mischief flashed across his eyes. Not only did he not stop the car, but he directly stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed.

"Ah..." Sharon was so scared that she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

The scenery outside the window flew by so fast that it made her dizzy. Her eyes were full of tears.

Her shrill scream echoed across the enclosed carriage space. Stanley impatiently picked up his ears and slowed down.

She was still screaming.

"Shut up! stop howling!"

Stanley reached out to cover her mouth.

Sharon opened her eyes timidly and surprisingly found that the car had been steadily parked by the roadside.

She finally heaved a sigh of relief.

She pushed his hand away, pushed the car door open, and got out of the car immediately.

Stanley didn't get out of the car. Instead, he glanced at her, who avoided him as if he was a venomous snake, raised his chin, and said, "Get in!"

Sharon shook her head. "No."

"Do you want to get in or not?"

Her life was very valuable. She would not get in the car no matter what.

"No!"

"Fine, suit yourself!"

Agitated, Stanley reached out to close the door of the front passenger seat, started the engine, and was about to leave.

Just as he was about to step on the accelerator, a black shadow flashed in front of the car. Someone was blocking his way.

A layer of sweat appeared on Stanley's forehead upon the sight. He stepped on the brake immediately, causing the tires to rub against the ground, producing an eardeafening screeching

noise.

Stanley stared at the front and opened the door, shouting in great dismay, "Do you want to die?"

He roared and glared at Sharon speechlessly.

Sharon's face turned pale, and her legs were a little soft. It was quite a terrifying moment now that she thought about it, and she started to feel afraid. She swallowed hard and regained her voice, saying, "Y-You can't leave..."

"Shit!"

Stanley cursed, and his glare looked like he could eat someone up right there and then.

Sharon swallowed and shouted back, "You can't drink and drive. It's too dangerous. What if something happens? I won't let you go!"

As she said this, she gritted her teeth and still stood stubbornly in front of the car, refusing to move!

Stanley was stunned.

What did she say?

Did she stop his car because she was afraid that something bad would happen to him?

All the anger in his heart instantly extinguished. He stood there, looking tall and slender, and looked at her with complicated emotions.

Realizing that what she said just now was too concerned, Sharon felt a little embarrassed, especially when he stared at her with his blazing eyes that sent chills down her spine.

She trembled slightly as she explained, blushing, "I'm just afraid that if you die, the police will question me and make my life miserable. Don't you think too much..."

"Boom!"

The flame that had just been extinguished began to bum again.

This woman!

As he glanced at her with his deep eyes, Stanley said in a hoarse voice, "Are you cursing your husband?"

Sharon bit her lip. "No..."

Stanley pursed his lips and turned around to get in the car. Seeing that the stupid woman was still standing outside, he pressed the horn. "Are you enjoying the night breeze? Get in!"

Sharon stood still and said, "I'm not sitting in a drunkard's car..."

"Who the hell said I'm going to drive? Get in. I won't drive!"

Uh...

Was he being serious?

Sharon sat in the front passenger seat skeptically. Indeed, he did not start the car and it was still parked steadily by the roadside.

She heaved a sigh of relief.

Stanley looked at her silently and didn't say anything. He took out a cigarette and smoked it. After taking a few breaths, he took out his phone, called someone, ended the call after saying something

short, and threw the phone aside.

Cigarette smokes covered his handsome face. He narrowed his phoenix eyes and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that I would run over you?"

If he had not stepped on the brake in time, she would have been dead now.

Sharon sat still and put her hands on her knees. When she heard this, she whispered, "No."

"Why not?"

Sharon turned around and smiled at him. "I believe in your driving skill, so I'm not afraid."

His heart skipped a beat because of her words, as well as her unconditional trust.

Looking at the bright smile on her face, Stanley's gazes became deeper.

She looked extremely attractive when she smiled. Her eyes were sparkling, and her teeth were white and beautiful. Her smile was like a white flower blooming in the night.

Stanley looked at her in a daze.

Soon, he came to his senses, lowered his eyes, and cleared his throat.

He was so useless that he was in a trance when he saw her.

He secretly laughed at himself for being dazzled by the wine. For a moment, he actually felt that she was extremely beautiful and attractive.