Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 31

The woman in the passenger seat didn't move at all. Her whole body reek of alcohol.

Thankfully, she didn't make a big fuss after drinking.

It was in the middle of the summer heat. She was wearing pants that were so short they could barely cover her hips. A pair of fair thighs were swaying in front of him.

Stanley's eyes deepened at the sight. His mind was filled with the image of the fat man hugging her which made him lose his temper again.

This uncontrollable rage made him more and more annoyed.

He took out his phone and directly dialed a number. It was soon answered, and a respectful voice sounded, "Mr. Jones, why do you call me today?"

"Spencer Rios!"

Stanley moved his thin lips. There was a smile in his voice, but it sounded creepy. "Have you lived too comfortably lately?"

Spencer's heart skipped a beat. He knew that something must be up, and it was bad. "Mr. Jones, what do you mean by that? I don't understand." "That b*stard Cohen Hills hasn't called you yet? Okay, I'll inform you first then. From tomorrow onward, I want him to disappear from Beachmarsh City. I'm giving you the chance to let you do it yourself. I need a satisfactory result!"

With that, Stanley ended the call and threw the phone aside. He raised his hand to pull on his tie and fixed his eagle- alike eyes on Sharon in the passenger seat.

"Young lady, you're pretty capable to drink until so drunk!"

He snorted, started the car, and drove away at a fast speed. Sharon, who was sitting in the passenger seat, slowly turned pale. Her delicate eyebrows were wrinkled and she looked very uncomfortable.

The man glanced at her. Instead of slowing down, he went even faster.

She deserved it!

If she didn't learn her lesson now, she would be lawless in the future.

Finally, they got home. As soon as the door was opened, Sharon rushed out of the car and squatted on the side of the road, vomiting.

Seeing her so painful, the vicious Stanley was in a better mood.

He stood by the car for a while. Looking at the woman's slim back, he said coldly, "Have you done vomiting?"

The drunken Sharon sat on the ground and glanced up at him with a confused look in her almond eyes. She blinked her big eyes innocently, like a pet who did not know what she had done wrong.

She looked at him with her watery tears, looking particularly pitiful.

Stanley cursed in a low voice, "D*mn it!"

He then went over and pulled her up. Sharon couldn't stand steadily and fell into his arms, where Stanley managed to hug her in time.

She fell into his arms and clung to him as if she had found her home and would not come out.

Stanley gave her a nudge, but she wouldn't move.

He looked down at the girl's flawless and pinkish face, her long eyelashes trembling.

Perhaps she had noticed that someone was looking at her, she rubbed her head against his chest and moaned.

She looked like a kitten who had just been picked up off the street.

As soon as Hazel came out of the kitchen, she saw Stanley carrying Sharon in from the main door. She was stunned and immediately walked over. As soon as she approached, she smelled the reeking stench of alcohol.

"Madam, have you been drinking? Why did you drink so much?" Hazel was surprised.

Stanley snorted and said, "She's starting to become a bad girl."

Hazel subconsciously put in a good word for Sharon. "Maybe it's because she stumbled upon something upset that she needed to get drunk to relieve her sadness."

"If she wanted to drink, why couldn't she drink at home instead of drinking in a bar? Did she have any idea how many bad guys were out there lurking around?" He thought to himself.

If he hadn't arrived in time, would she have been able to return home safe and sound?

"I'll take her upstairs. Don't worry about us."

"Oh, okay."

Hazel answered.

When they were upstairs, Stanley threw her directly into the bathtub, turned on the tap, and sprayed cold water on Sharon.

After a while, she was soaking wet, and her underwear was partially visible, which was quite an arousing sight.

Stanley took off his suit, rolled up his sleeves slowly while fixing his eyes on Sharon in the bathtub.

One, two, three...

He counted in his heart.