Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 128

Sharon caught a cold.

Coming out of Jackson's house, she sneezed as soon as she got in the taxi.

Although Stanley looked disgusted, he stretched out his hand and pulled her to his side. He touched her forehead and scolded "Serve you right!"

Sharon pouted. She didn't argue with him because she couldn't win anyway.

"Don't go to the company. Go home and rest."

"I'm fine. I don't want to go home. Don't persuade me. I won't go back," Sharon said firmly.

Stanley frowned and looked at her with displeasure.

Sharon held his arm ingratiatingly and said with a bit of coquetry, "I'm really fine. Besides, I haven't been to the company for a few days. It's too much. I'm such a failed intern. My colleagues in the company should have some bad reviews about me by now."

"I've already asked Troy to deal with this matter."

Sharon was speechless. "... But you can't do this!"

Stanley felt a headache. Why didn't he find out that she was so stubborn before?

The driver looked at the lovey-dovey couple and smiled. "Where are you two lovebirds going?"

What did he mean by 'lovebirds'?

Sharon blushed timidly. She opened her mouth and was about to explain when Stanley started before her, "Jones Group."

"Wow, that's a big company. I can say it is the tycoon of the business circle in Beachmarsh City. Are you two working there?"

The driver was very enthusiastic and talkative. He had no idea though that his passenger was literally the boss of Jones Group.

Stanley was impatient and seemed to want him to shut up, yet Sharon grabbed his hand and glared at him as if trying to say with her eyes, "Don't bully the taxi driver."

Stanley glanced at her coldly and said nothing.

Rubbing her nose, Sharon found that Stanley was rather awkward to squeeze his tall body inside the small passenger seat of the taxi.

She couldn't help but giggle. "Where's your car?"

His charismatic car was spacious inside and was very comfortable to sit in. He was used to sitting in such a comfortable and roomy car seat that it was reasonable for him to not feel comfortable sitting in a smaller car like this.

Stanley leaned there with his eyes closed, huffing, "Last night, someone was so scared by the thunder that she trembled, held me tightly, and refused to let go. For one thing, I couldn't drive, and for another, I had to abandon the car and bring someone back to the nearest residence."

"Someone" felt a little embarrassed, and her memory slowly came back.

Last night, she was really scared. Stanley suddenly came over, which made her feel at ease. She remembered that when she threw herself into his arms, she really didn't want to leave it.

When they were 100 meters away from Jones Group, Sharon asked the driver to stop in a hidden corner, and Stanley followed her down with a gloomy face.

Sharon looked around like a sheepish thief and found that there was no acquaintance. "You go first, and I'll go later."

Looking at her sneaky action, Stanley laughed out of annoyance. "Is it because I am unpresentable or you are afraid of something?"

"Both." Sharon admitted honestly, "You are so high and mighty. If I want to continue to work in Jones Group, I can't let anyone know I know you, or my colleagues will surround and harass me for it. It will be even worse if the media photographs us together. They'll even dig into my family history and expose it!"

Sharon would definitely go crazy if this happened.

Stanley gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes on her for a few seconds, feeling a throbbing pain in his head. She was so sharp-tongued that he could not stand it.

Finally, he snorted softly and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Sharon curled her lip and ignored him. She took a deep breath and walked to the company.

As soon as she appeared in the office, Skye was the first to come over and care about her. "How is it, Sharon? Are you feeling well? Are you all right now?"

Sharon was startled.

"The manager said that you were in the hospital these days, which explained your absence. We are worried about you."

So this was what Stanley meant by asking Troy to take care of her matter.

Sharon had to brace herself to nod. "Yes, I'm fine now."

Her voice was muffled, and she had a clogged nose. In addition to that, her face was pale because she was in the rain last night, indicating that she was really sick these days.

Several other colleagues gathered around to express their concerns. Feeling very guilty, Sharon simply expressed her gratitude without saying much.

The manager asked her to come to his office. This time, his attitude was very different from the last time. He invited her to sit down in person and size her up while asking indirectly about the nature of her relationship with Troy.

The manager was probably skeptical of it since Troy came over to ask for leave on her behalf, making him wonder what kind of relationship did Sharon have with Troy.

Thinking of this, Sharon simply said that she happened to stumble upon Troy in the hospital, who was kind enough to apply for sick leave on her behalf.

The manager was dubious yet it was inappropriate to ask her directly.

Sharon was able to escape the tricky question this time.

As soon as she sat back in her seat, Skye came over to her. "Fusion Fortune Holdings called just now. They want us to go over there in the afternoon to discuss the contract and its progress."

Sharon frowned, reluctant to go. After last night, she didn't dare to spend time alone with Liam.

"Skye, I'm still not feeling well. Could you go with Janice? I'll take over when I'm feeling better, can I?"

Skye gave her a meaningful look. "Since you are not feeling, you should take a rest. But if you go..."

Speaking of this, Skye lowered her voice and said, "You know the boss of the company. If you go, it will be more simple and convenient to deal with them."

Sharon muttered awkwardly, "I really have nothing to do with Mr. Frazier..."

Skye just smiled.

Sharon felt that for a veteran like Skye, the more she explained, the more ambiguous it would sound, so she simply said nothing in the end.

A villa near the lake.

A graceful woman had been busy in the kitchen for nearly an hour. She finished preparing breakfast and was about to go upstairs when Peter came out of the bedroom.

"Young Master Shawn hasn't got up yet?"