Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 142

Peter did not know how to comfort Ayana.

Ayana gritted her teeth and turned her face away, ignoring him.

Sharon sat there in a daze. Her mind was in a mess with countless questions. Who was Ayana? Why did they look so alike? What was her relationship with Shawn...

But she couldn't get any of these questions out of her mind.

What she was most worried about now was when Shawn could be safe.

"Miss Cruz, since Young Master's surgery went so well, he will be fine. Why don't you go back, have a good shower, and then have a good rest for a night? If there is any news here, I will inform you at once."

Sharon shook her head. "I'm fine. I'll wait here and not go anywhere."

"Uh..."

Peter was at the end of his rope.

He wondered why the fragile- looking girl could be so stubborn.

He sighed and said, "Miss Ayana, you too. You didn't rest all night, and you're quite dirty. Why don't you go back..."

"Don't worry about me."

Similarly, he was rejected before he could finish his sentence.

Peter simply shrugged and ignored them; he couldn't mind their business if he wanted to anyway.

In another ward.

Howard stayed up all night. He was supposed to rest during the day, but when he thought of the man in the ward, he had no mood to rest.

After drinking a cup of coffee, he walked to the ward with a frown.

At the same time, the nurse came out of the ward, but her face was pale and her expression was not very good.

Howard stopped. "What's wrong?"

The nurse pointed to the ward. "Dr. Perkins, why is your friend so fierce? I wanted to measure his temperature, but he glared at me with his sloomy face and smashed my thermometer. I'm scared."

Howard offered a few words of comfort to ease the nurse's anxiety.

Before entering, Howard thought of something and asked, "By the way, has someone come?"

The nurse shook her head. "No. No one has come to see him since he was admitted last night."

Howard waved his hand, indicating that he knew and the nurse left.

He stood at the door and sighed. "Well, he wouldn't be so pissed if someone came to see him."

After pushing the door open and entering, Stanley, who was lying on the bed, was dressed in the hospital gown. It was a simple blue-and-white gown yet it made him look more charming than his usual outstanding self.

Howard cleared his throat and walked over. "How are you feeling today? Is there any discomfort?"

Stanley put one hand on his forehead and didn't move at all.

Howard took out a thermometer from his pocket. "You can't fool around now. You had a fever all night yesterday. 40 degree! I already had you on IV drips for a whole night. If the fever doesn't go down today, it will be a big problem."

Howard walked over to him and said as if he was coaxing a child, "Be good, let me measure your temperature..."

"Do you want to die?"

Stanley said with his hoarse voice as he put down his hand and revealed a pair of cold eyes.

Howard rolled his eyes and said, "I am a doctor, and you are a patient. Don't act like a girl. Let me measure your temperature, or I won't tell you the news about Sharon!"

Stanley frowned and looked at him coldly.

Howard threatened him, "Do you want me to do my job or not?"

He was confident that Stanley would submit to him when he dragged Sharon into this.

After a while, Stanley reached out his hand. "Give it to me."

Howard grinned triumphantly, but he deliberately asked, "What do you want?"

Stanley narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, fine, I'll give it to you." Howard didn't dare to tease him. Even if he was sick, the look in his eyes was eerily scary. "Measure yourself. I want to see if the temperature has dropped."

Stanley put the thermometer under his armpit and asked in a low voice, "Did she stay there all night?"

"Yes." Howard nodded. "I heard some doctors say that she didn't sleep all night. She stood at the door of the operating room in the middle of the night, and then stood in front of ICU all night."

After a pause, he added, "The man that your wife was watching didn't die. His surgery was a success."

Stanley lowered his eyes with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. "She's so loyal and affectionate for watching him for so long!"

Howard couldn't bear to see him being hurt like this, so he sighed and comforted him, "Don't think too much. Maybe... she feels sorry for him."

She wouldn't react like this if she felt sorry for him.

He didn't believe that Sharon had no feelings for Shawn. He could see from her eyes that the person Sharon liked was Shawn. Without a word, Stanley looked ahead silently, his handsome face showing some sharp edges.

Three minutes later, Stanley took out the thermometer. When Howard took it over and looked at it, he frowned.

The body temperature hadn't dropped yet.

It was a little troublesome.

'Get out. I want to rest."

Stanley kicked him out impatiently as he closed his eyes again.

Howard pursed his lips and glanced at the sick man lying in the middle of the empty ward, looking rather lonely and pitiful.

Keeping the thermometer in his pocket, Howard's face darkened. Without saying a word, he turned around and went out.

He went straight to the fifth floor and came to the ICU. From a distance, he saw a woman sitting on the ground.

Howard walked over with no expression on his face and came to Sharon. He said directly to her, "Get up."