Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 92

Stanley didn't expect that Shawn hadn't hung up yet.

"Ahem." Stanley cleared his throat and said, "That's settled. Contact me when you're free. I'll treat you to dinner then. Also, if you need anything, just tell me."

On the other side of the phone, Shawn was a little absent- minded. He seemed to have vaguely heard Sharon's voice...

It was the fuzzy, inaudible, and vaguely coquettish voice, the voice she would use every time she couldn't finish her homework in the past. "Shawn, I don't know how to answer this question. Please help me."

In fact, she was as sly and clever as a fox who knew people's minds very well. She knew that he could not stand her begging him so softly, so as long as she begged him, he would give her anything.

She was his soft spot.

But one day, he lost her.

When Shawn came to his senses, he asked, "Is it your girlfriend who spoke just now?"

Stanley frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Sorry." They were all smart men. Shawn soon noticed his dissatisfaction, realizing his slip of the tongue for prying into his personal affairs.

Stanley said calmly, "Not girlfriend. She is my wife. I'll introduce you to each other when we have the chance to have dinner together."

Shawn knew that he was just being polite, so he vaguely answered a few words and then ended the call.

Stanley put away his phone and threw it aside, making a loud noise. Sharon jumped in surprise and said in dismay, "It's a pity if you break it. Can't you be gentler?"

"Little money- grubber!" Stanley thought as he leaned back in his chair and glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

Then, he said, "You're normally a tough girl, but why can't you properly open a bottle of water now?"

How could he be so vicious with his words!

Sharon was too lazy to continue the argument. She was wearing thin clothes in summer and she didn't splash too large an area. With the cold wind blowing in the car, her clothes were soon dry.

All of a sudden, it became quiet again.

There was only the sound of the cold air blowing.

Sharon looked down at the tissue in her hand, which she had just used to wipe her clothes, and ask casually, albeit pretentiously, "Who called you?"

That voice was the familiar male voice that was buried deep in her memory. She was too shocked to hear it, that was why she accidentally spilled the water on herself.

But it couldn't be him. It couldn't be Shawn...

Stanley tilted his head and looked at her.

"Why?"

"I'm just asking..."

"A friend."

"What friend?"

Stanley reached out his hand to pinch her cheek. "Checking on me, huh?"

Sharon hissed and yelled, "It hurts, b*stard! Let go!"

"What do you call me?" He leaned over dangerously.

Sharon immediately gave up and said, "No, nothing. Don't do anything silly. There are still people here!"

Stanley raised his eyebrows and said in an ambiguous tone, "Do you think I care?"

Of course, he didn't care!

He was a man with such a high status and personality, so he didn't care about anyone.

Although he didn't care, it did not mean that Sharon did not either.

As he leaned closer and closer, the male aura surrounded her. Sharon balled herself up and glanced with the corner of her eyes, only to see a person coming from afar.

"J-Jimmy!" As if catching a life-saving float, Sharon shouted in a low voice, unbuckling the seat belt with one hand and pushing the door with the other hand, which was done in one smooth motion.

She jumped out of the car lightly and ran away.

Stanley reached out his hand, but her light clothes slipped off his fingers, and he couldn't even grasp her fingertips.

Stanley retracted his hand and sneered as he watched Sharon who had run away.

"Do you really think you can run away from me? I'll get you sooner or later," he thought.

Jimmy saw Sharon running over from a distance, so he stopped and looked at her who was panting. "What's wrong? Who is chasing you?"

"N-No one." Sharon couldn't possibly tell him that she ran to him in a hurry because was afraid that Stanley would eat her up in the car, so she scratched her head, thought of something, and said, "I have something to talk to you."

"What is it? Tell me."

"The things Melody and I bought are still in your car. Can you give them to me please?"

Jimmy laughed and said, "Of course, it's yours. Wait here. I'll get it for you."

"Thank you, Jimmy."

"Don't mention it."

In the Hummer.

Stanley leaned back on the chair. He broke the sunglasses just now, so he couldn't shield his eyes from the glaring sun. He squinted his phoenix eyes slightly and looked at Sharon's back in the distance. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

The phone suddenly rang, and Stanley took a casual look. It was from Anthony.

Generally speaking, Stanley had ordered his staff not to disturb him when he had a rest day.

Stanley was unhappy to see Anthony's call, but he answered the phone nevertheless, "Did I tell you not to look for me when I'm off work?"

Anthony certainly knew this, but he had to make a phone call.

Because he found out something that his boss would be pissed when he learned about it.

Stanley would not lose his temper easily in usual times, but once he was outraged, even Anthony, who had been working under him for so many years, was also afraid.

Thinking of what he was going to say next, Anthony licked his lips and said with hesitation, "Boss, I found out the thing you asked me to investigate last time."

"What did I ask you to investigate?" Stanley raised his eyebrows. "Why? Did Jordan, that old thing, want to see me again?"

Since Stanley knew that his wife had been bullied, he began to make a move on Cascade Enterprise.

When Jones Group took action, almost all the small companies had no way to survive. Cascade Enterprise couldn't handle their attack in less than a week.

Jordan came to Jones Group more than once and wanted to see him, but he was driven out by the security team.

"Jordan Casey really wants to see you, but that's not what I want to talk about today."

Stanley's expression became gloomy and he huffed impatiently, "Then what is it that you want to say?"

Anthony paused for a moment and said, "Last time when Madam was in the hospital, you told me to check the surveillance, saying that she owed someone a favor."

Stanley almost forgot about this. If Anthony didn't mention it, he would have forgotten it.

The corner of his mouth sank slightly and he frowned. "So you called me for such a trivial matter?"

"Boss, I..."

"Did I say that no matter what happened, don't look for me during weekends?"

"Yes, you did."

Stanley was a very disciplined person. He was absolutely serious at work, but when it was his off days, he did not talk about work.

"Since you already know this, why did you call me?"

Because that person was Liam!

He knew the true nature of the relationship between Stanley and Liam. If Stanley knew that Liam was approaching Sharon, Anthony couldn't imagine how furious Stanley would be.

That was why he broke the rules and called him on the weekend.

"You can talk about it when I go back to the office. That's it." Stanley said before ending the call, "Anthony, in the future, you'd better think it over and decide whether you want to find me or not over such trivial things!"

"Beep..." the busy tone sounded in Anthony's ear.

He growled angrily with the phone in his hand. D*mn it, he would die young for working under such a boss!

"I won't make any calls in the future! It's none of my business if he loses his sh*t! Humph!" he shouted.

Although he was an assistant, he had guts too!

However, two days later, when Stanley learned about this matter, he was so furious that the gutsy Anthony almost begged for mercy.

Sharon came back with a lot of bags in her hands. She reached out to the door handle of the front passenger seat and pulled it hard.

Uh...

She couldn't open it.

Frowning, she tried again, but she still couldn't open it!

Sharon suddenly understood that the door was locked from the inside and she couldn't get in.

Stanley!

She glared at him from the outside, but the window was tinted with reflective film, so she couldn't see anything inside the car clearly, instead, she could only see her reddish suntanned face on the window.

How could there be such a naive man in this world?

She didn't let him kiss her. Did he really have to lock the door as retaliation?

The wicked Stanley leaned inside the car and watched Sharon who stomped her feet agitatedly outside the car. She was not tall, so as she stomped her feet, she jumped like an annoyed rabbit who was going to bite.

Sharon was so angry and annoyed that she turned around with guts and strode away, thinking, "You don't want me in? Okay, I'm leaving!" "Leave and see?"

Behind her came Stanley's deep and cold voice.

Sharon turned her head. The window was wind down before she realized it. She rolled her eyes and went to pull the door again. This time, it was open, so she immediately got in.

"Didn't you go to see Jimmy? Why did you come back again, huh?"

It turned out that he was not only petty but also childish.

"Don't you want to talk with your Jimmy for a little longer?"

She really didn't expect that he was such a person who was seemingly indifferent but would do speechless actions.

"Talk!"

He shouted angrily.

Sharon turned her head to look at him and flicked her hair. "Are you done?"

Stanley's eyebrows twitched, and a sense of danger spread all over his body. What did she say? Did she think that he was a child who threw a tantrum?

"Here, this is a gift I bought for you. It was indeed my fault two days ago. I shouldn't have kicked you... in the groin. I'm sorry. I hope you can accept this gift and forgive me." Sharon took out a box

from a bag beside her feet and handed it to him.

Stanley who was covered with a dangerous aura was taken aback. The danger was like the snow melting in spring, slowly dissipating, and finally, becoming nothing.

She got off the car and went to find Jimmy, just to take back the shopping bags in his car, and there was a gift for him in the bag?

Stanley's throat bobbed and his eyes darkened. He lowered his eyes and took the box from her.

Sharon was delighted and a little expectant. "Open it and see if you like it."

This was the first time she had given a gift to a man and that made her feel somewhat nervous.

Looking at her eager expression, Stanley raised his eyebrows and opened the box. "A watch?"

"Yes." Sharon fidgetted her hair, looking a little embarrassed. "It's a cheap watch. I hope you don't mind."

It was definitely not valuable for him, but this was what she could afford. She was really poor and didn't have much money in her hand. She still remembered the contemptuous glare from the salesperson and her embarrassment as she clutched the crumpled money in her hand.

Finally, Melody bought the watch for her.

She owed her another favor.

After Sharon finished her remarks, she didn't get any response. He simply held the watch and looked at it, not knowing if he found it disdainful or there was something else playing in his mind.