Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 446

Stanley's expression froze.

His words were so obvious that it was normal for her to notice it.

However, other people would just pretend that they didn't know it, right? Why would she choose to ask him in such a direct manner?

Did he really need to make it clear?

Following a sigh, he sat down beside the bed and nodded. "Yes, I don't like you talking about Shawn."

Stunned, she asked, "Why?"

"Now that you have nothing to do with him, why are you still thinking about him?" he said indifferently as he reached out to tuck her in.

Staring at him blankly, she said, "But... he died for me."

Since he had died for her, she felt she owed him life and couldn't ignore it.

"He should have been dead. It's just a good time for him to die. Why do you feel guilty?"

Ill II

Just then, Stanley leaned over and grasped her with his dark eyes. "I know that you are now in a period of guilt, so I don't care about it. I will give you time to adjust your thoughts, but it shouldn't be too long. After you are discharged from the hospital, you must completely forget about Shawn. Do you hear me?"

He was so overbearing that she was shocked.

Looking down, she said, "I have a question."

"Ask away."

"You really couldn't find his body?"

"Yes, you're right."

"Then I have one more request."

Furrowing his brows, he nodded and replied, "Fine, tell me."

"After I am discharged, I want to buy him a graveyard. I can't let him die in another country; there has to be a place to accommodate his body."

It was a reasonable request, so Stanley agreed to it after thinking for a moment. "I'll do it. Don't worry about it. Just take good care of yourself."

As Sharon made an affirmative hum, she quietly pushed his hand away and tried to rest. After Stanley pinched the space between his eyebrows, he reached out his hand to help her, but she rejected it gently. "Go and do your work. I can do it

myself. I need to sleep now."

Standing by the bed, he looked at her for a long time without uttering a single word.

Since he planned to take care of her, he didn't go back when he tonight.

Although she stayed in a VIP room with a good environment, the ward still had a strong smell of medicine, which was definitely not as comfortable as home.

"Why don't you go home? There're nurses here, and I can take care of myself," uttered Sharon who looked at the man taking off his jacket.

Upon hearing this, Stanley walked toward her and asked, "Did you have a fever again? Why are you talking nonsense now?"

That made Sharon speechless.

She was worried about him. Did he not know that?

"Do you want to take a shower?" Stanley sat on the bed and asked her.

Why not? During the week when she was in a coma, her body had probably never been washed properly. She felt that there was a smell on her body, which was itching badly, so she wanted to take a shower very much. Nonetheless, since Stanley had never mentioned it before, she thought that she was not allowed to take a bath.

"Am I allowed to bathe?" Sharon immediately sat up straight.

"It should be okay." Stanley lifted the blanket and let her sit on a shorter chair. He then rolled up his sleeves and went to the bathroom. "Sit here and wait for me."

Well, what was he going to do?

Shouldn't she go to the bathroom to take a bath?

Just then, he walked out of the bathroom with a... pail in his hand.