Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 109

There was a faint sound of the TV in the living room. Stanley changed his shoes and went in, and Hazel happened to walk to the door. When she saw him coming back, she was stunned.

"Young Master."

Hazel didn't expect to see him come back so suddenly.

The corner of his eyes shifted to the tiny figure curled up on the sofa. Stanley unconsciously lowered his voice and gently replied, "Yes."

Hazel came to her senses and smiled as she pointed to the person on the sofa and said, "Madam has been waiting for you. She probably didn't sleep well last night so she fell asleep on the sofa."

Stanley raised his eyebrows. "She's waiting for me?"

"Yes. She even called you, but you didn't pick up your phone..."

Stanley lowered his eyes. His phone was out of battery. He was in a bad mood last night, so he didn't bother to charge it.

He lifted her leg and came to the living room. Sharon curled herself into a ball as she slept on the sofa. Youthfulness radiated from her tender face. Her long row of eyelashes was like a fan. Her delicate and beautiful nose was straight, which made her look a little clever and mischievous.

Her sexy and seductive body figure was apparent as she lay on her side. Stanley's Adam's apple bobbed at the sight. He looked away and frowned. "Why don't you cover her with a quilt?"

The living room was cold, and when he looked closer, layers of goosebumps appeared on her body.

Hazel patted her head. "Ah, you right! How could I forget that! Wait a minute. I'll get it right away..."

"No need."

Stanley stopped her, untied his cuff, bent down, and picked Sharon up. "I'll take her upstairs to sleep."

Hazel pursed her lips into a smile and said, "Okay."

The person in his chest seemed to have found a warm place where she actually automatically went into his embrace. She rubbed her fair cheek on his shirt, smearing her saliva directly on it.

Stanley looked disgusted and said in a low voice, "Filthy girl!"

However, he could not help but look at her with an adoring look.

As soon as he lay her on the bed, Sharon automatically held his waist and even grabbed his clothes tightly with one hand, unwilling to let go.

Stanley was stunned for a moment, then found her reaction amusing.

The anger that had been accumulating inside him since he came out of the Jones residence dissipated because of her dependence reaction.

Sharon had a dream. She dreamed of the time when she was a young little girl before her father had the accident and she even dreamed of Shawn.

Sharon was the only child. She had been envious of other people who had siblings since she was a child as she was eager to have siblings too, so when Shawn came to her house, she had always regarded him as her elder brother.

She "picked" Shawn home, to be exact.

That day, she went home late from school as she was on cleaning duty. On the way home, she met Shawn, who leaned against the corner of the wall motionlessly and was in a mess like a little beggar.

Sharon didn't know if he was alive or dead. Out of curiosity and since there were still pedestrians around her, she boldly went over and planned to have a look.

She squatted down in front of him and tilted her head to look at this handsome young man. Like what she saw on TV, she put her finger under his nose to check if he was still breathing.

As soon as she stretched her small hand forward, a strong big hand immediately grabbed it.

The young beggar opened his eyes, which were sharp and fearsome. Although his face was dirty, there was clean and confused in the depths of his eyes.

Sharon was frightened at that time as she had never seen such contradictory eyes.

Shawn went through a voice break at that moment, so his voice was hoarse and unpleasant which almost sounded like a duck. Seeing that she wasn't hurt, he asked in his hoarse voice, "Do you have anything to eat?"

There was a piece of bread that she had not been eaten in the morning in her bag. When he asked, she took it out and handed it to him.

It was not enough to feed Shawn's hungry belly with a small piece of bread. After he finished eating, he followed Sharon home without saying a word, just like a stray dog being fed.

Since then, Shawn had lived in Sharon's house.

She had been with him for four years.

They were strangers in the beginning until they became lovers eventually.

The memories were so surreal and vivid as if she had gone back to the past.

There was a faint minty smell in her nose. Sharon held the person in front of him and murmured, "Shawn... Brother Shawn..."

She called him over and over again, sounding affectionate and lingering.

Shawn was like a mystery who had stepped into her life without warning and then disappeared like fog.

He left her when she needed him the most.

She couldn't figure out why he abandoned her that year.

"Shawn..."

The whispering sound was like a breeze that pierced through her heart, carrying grievance and yearning.

Sharon felt her chin tightened as it was pinched by the hot and powerful fingers. Sharon grimaced in pain and suddenly woke up from her dream.

She opened her eyes and bumped into a pair of deep and dark phoenix eyes.

Stanley quietly stared at her with slightly furrowing eyebrows and a complicated glance.

Sharon was stunned.

Stanley?

Why was he here?

His odor was the same as that in her dream that she thought he was Shawn.

She seemed to have just said something in her dream, didn't she?

Sharon's scalp began to numb. She was so nervous that she did not know what to do. "W-When did you come back?"

Stanley looked down at her and pursed his thin lips. "You said something in your dream."

It was true!

Sharon's back was a little sweaty. "Is that so? When I was dreaming, I might have said something nonsense."

"Do you want to know what you said?"

He asked with keen eyes.

No, she didn't want to know!

Sharon shook her head.

She found that they were very close to each other and in an intimate position, so she immediately jumped out of his embrace and retreated to the other side of the bed, distancing herself from him.

Stanley frowned and stared at her. "Come here!"

No, she didn't want to! They were still in a fight right now!

"Mr. President, can you please don't pretend that nothing has happened?" she thought.

Sharon didn't move. Stanley frowned, and the earlier scene flashed in his mind.

Sharon held him tightly and called him Shawn over and over again. She looked sorrowful and sad that made him feel pity for her.

Brother Shawn?

He knew a person by the name of Shawn, but it was impossible that she knew the Shawn he knew too.

But she was the only child in her family. Who was her brother?

"If I remember correctly, you're the only child in your family," he said.

Sharon rolled her eyes and said, "Yes, I am."

"Then who is this Shawn who you're calling so affectionately in your mouth?"

"The neighbor's boy!" Sharon blurted out.

Stanley squinted skeptically.

Sharon nodded and said, "Yes, he was the neighbor's boy in my hometown whom I used to play with when I was a child. Later, he left our town and I haven't seen him ever since. I don't know why, but I dreamed of him just now."

Stanley's eyes were deep as he said, "If you think about it day by day, you'll have dreams at night."

"I absolutely don't miss him at ordinary times."

"Then why did you dream of him?"

Sharon shrugged innocently. "I wonder about it myself."

Stanley stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and pulled her over. Sharon struggled frantically. "What are you doing? Let me go!"

She didn't want to reconcile with him yet!

Why did he have to be so rough?

"Don't move!" Stanley's deep voice rang in her ear, "Let me see your injury."

Sharon's body stiffened and she did not move.

So he dragged her over because he wanted to check her wounded arm.

When he opened her sleeves, Stanley accidentally touched her which caused her to hiss and gasp.

"Sorry."

Stanley frowned, and he moved gentler. Seeing that her arm was even more swollen than yesterday, his face suddenly gloomed.

"Sit still."

After giving an order, Stanley turned around and got out of bed.

Uh...

What was he doing?

Sharon sat cross- legged on the bed. While waiting, she thought, "I clearly remembered that I was sleeping on the sofa downstairs. How did I come to the bedroom upstairs?"

Did Stanley carry her up?

Stanley went to the bathroom.

After a while, he came out of the bathroom with something in his hand.

After applying the ointment to her last night, Stanley went to wash his hands and put the ointment in the medicine box in the bathroom.

He dug out a small amount of the ointment and smeared it on Sharon's arm. "It will hurt a little."

Sharon looked at the ointment in his hand. "What is that?"

"It's from Howard for anti-inflammatory and pain relief," he said lightly.

Sharon pursed her lips. "I know it's an ointment, but why is it in the bathroom?"

Stanley cleared his throat and said, "Howard put it there."

"That's impossible. After Dr. Perkins checked me last night, he went out directly, and he didn't even go to the bathroom." Sharon remembered it clearly. "I didn't see it in the bathroom this morning, unless there is only one possibility."

Stanley glanced at her.

"Someone came in last night and left the ointment in the bathroom," Sharon squinted at him and stated her suspicion like a little detective. "Did you come in and apply the ointment to me after I fell asleep last night?"

Stanley looked up at her and said, "I did come in."

Sharon blurted out, "Then why were you gone after I woke up this morning?"Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Stanley glanced at her with a faint smile. "Are you blaming me for not staying with you last night?"

"...Of course not!"

Sharon smiled coldly. "I'm not a masochist. Do I have to beg you to stay and hurt me again?"

As she spoke, she raised her arm, indicating for him to see clearly how he had tormented her last night.

Stanley put down the ointment and looked at her with burning eyes. "Sharon, you don't know how much I hate Liam. I won't allow my people and my things to be associated with him, not even a little. Not only did you meet him but you also did an intimate thing with him! Do you know how angry I am?"

When he said this, his expression was frigid as if he was the man who was holding the knife against Liam's neck last night. She had never seen such a bloodthirsty and crazy Stanley before.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shrink her neck in fear.

It was only now that she was glad that she had not really provoked him to the extreme.

Except forthat night in the restaurant.

Seeing her shrinking herself subconsciously, Stanley looked unhappy and reached out his hand to catch her. "What are you afraid of?"

Sharon shook her head. "No, nothing."

She said nothing, but her body was stiff as a stone. He could clearly feel that she was afraid.

Stanley reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, what are you afraid of?"