Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel 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.