Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 45

Sharon sniffed and immediately changed her mind. "Hazel, what does Stanley like? I pissed him off last night, and I don't know if he has cooled down tonight."

"Madam, don't take it to heart. He won't angry at you for long."

Hazel's eyes darted around, she paused for a moment, and said, "What does he like? Well, let me think about it. Oh yes, he likes frogs."

In fact, Stanley was afraid of frogs.

The brave and bold Stanley Jones was afraid of the frog.

Sharon raised her eyebrows. "He likes that?"

"Yes."

Hazel thought that if Sharon could catch one, Stanley would definitely freak out when he saw it and they would bicker. As they mingled on that issue, they would have more interactions, thus minimizing the gap between them.

Sharon looked outside. The villa area was not in the downtown area, so it was quiet and exclusive. At this time in summer, she could actually hear the cry of some insects.

"There are frogs outside. Why don't I catch one?" Sharon said hesitantly.

"Okay, okay!"

Hazel immediately got up and said, "I'll get you a flashlight."

Sharon shrieked, "What!"

She felt as if Hazel had dug a trap and deliberately lured her to jump into it.

When Stanley came back, the living room was empty. The women's shoes at the door were covered with dirt. It was Sharon's. He didn't know what she had done.

He frowned, took off his leather shoes, and walked in.

Hearing the noise, Hazel saw him coming in and was surprised. "Young Master, you're back."

"Where is she?"

"Madam is taking a shower upstairs. Young Master, come in quickly. She had spent several hours in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. She has been waiting for you to come back and taste her food."

Stanley's mind flickered as he asked, "Did she cook all these by herself?"

"Yes! I offered to help, but she didn't let me." Hazel blurted, "She insisted on doing it herself because it was more sincere in cooking her home- made food, so I didn't help."

He came to the dining room and looked at the table. There were three main dishes and one bowl of soup, which looked exceptionally delicious but he wondered how they tasted.

Hazel took the silverware and said, "Have a taste, Young Master."

Stanley pulled out a chair and sat down. He took over the silverware and gracefully took a sip of soup. The taste spread from the tip of his tongue and passed into every cell of his body.

It tasted rather delicious.

His eyes were filled with warmth and his long eyelashes hung down as he continued to taste other dishes.

Hazel said, "Madam is very good at cooking. I heard that she began to cook when she was studying, so maybe that's when she started to learn to cook and became good at it."

As she spoke, there were footsteps on the stairs, and Sharon came down.

Stanley lifted his deep eyes and looked at the slim figure on the stairs.

Sharon didn't expect that he would come back so suddenly and was eating the food she made. She stood there for a while, stunned.

"Come here!"

Stanley said as he fixed his gaze on her.

Sharon took small steps forward and asked, "Why?"

"Did you cook all these?"

"Yes." Sharon nodded. She started to feel nervous all of a sudden. "Uh, is it delicious?"

Stanley donned an indifferent expression.

"Not bad."

Sharon curled her lips.

She had spent two to three hours going to the supermarket, preparing, and cooking the dishes, and all she received was "not bad". She was a little unhappy with the review.

Stanley who had said his short review went silent and started eating the dinner casually with his head hung low. No one could tell what he was thinking.

Sharon stood by the dining table, and Hazel kept signaling her with her eyes, gesturing her to offer an olive branch to Stanley. Sharon opened her mouth several times and wanted to something, but she didn't know what to say, and in the end, she remained silent.