Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 518

After a long talk with Sharon, the stylist was stunned for a moment, "You... want to dye your hair grey?"

As Sharon nodded, she confirmed, "Yes, help me dye my black hair grey. Well, before we came up just now, you saw the man sitting in the lounge, right? He's my husband, and his hair is grey. I like it very much, so I also want to dye it that color. I'm sorry if it's a hassle for you."

"No... it's not troublesome at all."

However, the stylist hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you really want to cut your beautiful black hair short and dye it grey? Although it has been quite a trend in the past two years, I think black hair still suits your temperament, and grey color doesn't necessarily look good on you."

Gently, the stylist advised her to change her mind.

Then, Sharon smiled and answered, "I'm fine with it. It doesn't have to look good. All I want is my hair to be the same color as my husband's so that when we walk on the streets, everyone will be envious of us."

Instead of them looking at Stanley with weird eyes.

If it was weird that only one of them had grey hair, wouldn't it be romantic for them to have grey hair together?

Since Sharon didn't know how to turn Stanley's hair black, she could only think of such a clumsy way to express her feelings.

It was a decision made by Sharon after she heard the two women discussed Stanley's grey hair in the school's toilet earlier.

When the stylist saw that her attitude was firm, he thought for a while and seemed to have understood something. With a sincere smile, he complimented, "You and Mr. Jones have such a close relationship. Since that is your request, I shall go and prepare right now, and I'll make sure that your hair will be smooth and shiny."

"Thank you."

After Sharon thanked him, the stylist turned around and exclaimed, "M-Mr. Jones?"

When Sharon turned around to look, she realized that Stanley was indeed standing quietly at the door, and she didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Judging from his expression, he must have heard that she was about to dye her hair! Immediately, Sharon became a little anxious as she said, "Hey, you can't be angry at me. What's wrong with me changing my hairstyle and my hair color? Those young ladies on the street all have pretty dyed hair. I want to be like them... You can't be so dictatorial. You can't force me to keep it black just because you like black..."

"Shut up!"

With a look of anger on his face, Stanley strode in and glanced at the stylist as he said, "Get out!"

"Alas."

After the stylist answered, he immediately left the room, and he even thoughtfully closed the door for them.

At that moment, Sharon swallowed a mouthful of saliva because the expression of Stanley, who was in front of her, was too terrifying. While she slowly moved backward, she asked, "You... why did you suddenly come upstairs?"

Then, Stanley threw her phone onto the sofa.

With what Stanley just did, Sharon guessed that maybe someone was calling her, so he came upstairs to pass the phone to her.

Instantly, Sharon realized it was a mistake, and she should have brought her bag upstairs with her. In that case, Stanley wouldn't have come upstairs.

Just as she was making a wild guess, Stanley said in a hoarse voice, "Come over here."

Meanwhile, Sharon stood in a corner and hesitated as she wondered whether he would hit her if she went over.

Earlier, when they were in the car, he was unhappy that she wanted to cut her hair short.

"Come here!" A moment later, he repeated his words with a fiery gaze.

Startled, Sharon was at a loss for words.

Perturbedly, Sharon went over and said, "If you are angry over such a small matter, I..."

However, her body was tightly wrapped in Stanley's embrace, and she felt his great strength. Meanwhile, his chin rested on her shoulder, and his strong arms wrapped around her waist. With widened eyes, Sharon had no idea where things were heading at that moment.

"Uh..."

When she tried to move, she found that he was holding her too tightly, and there was no way she could not push him away. "What... what's wrong with you?"

"I heard everything you said to the stylist just now."

"And?"

After Stanley let go of her, he stared at her for a moment. Something flashed in his eyes as he asked, "Did you want to come to the hair salon just to have hair dyed the same color as mine?"