Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 717

Silence filled the car as they were on their way back.

Sitting on the passenger seat, Ariah looked out of the window. On the other hand, Jimmy kept driving without uttering a word.

After some time of calming down, his anger had already disappeared.

He was too impulsive earlier. When he saw Felipe hugging Ariah, he lost control of his temper.

Also, Ariah must have said those words in the heat of the moment to annoy him on purpose...

Of course, she would get angry at him for not coming back for so long.

He was never a person who would trust others easily, but Ariah was one of the people he trusted. He should have trusted her unconditionally. How could he be suspicious of her just because she said something out of anger?

It was all his fault for being too impatient just now. He was completely out of his mind.

After returning to Ariah's neighborhood, Jimmy parked the car and turned off the engine. He wanted to coax her, but before he could say anything, Ariah had already got out of the car.

Immediately, Jimmy chased after her.

Ariah entered the elevator and hit on the close button. Stretching out one of his legs, Jimmy prevented the door from closing and went into the elevator.

Right away, Ariah scooted to the corner and stood far away from him.

Frowning, Jimmy looked at her.

Ariah lowered her gaze to look at her toes. Since she was in a hurry when she left home earlier, she was still wearing her slippers and pajamas. Was that why Jimmy went mad when he saw her in such attire in the ward earlier?

As she was still caught up in her thoughts, the elevator door opened.

Ariah went out, and Jimmy followed. Upon arriving at the door, Ariah took off the coat and said politely, "Thank you for sending me back. Here is your coat. If there's nothing else, you can go back first. I feel a little tired, so I'm going to take some rest."

Ariah was currently three months pregnant. If she wore tight-fitting outfits, one could see that her belly was slightly protruding. However, she was wearing loose pajamas right now, so Jimmy did not notice at all.

However, seeing her carefully covering her tummy with her hands, he thought it was weird. It seemed like she was protecting her tummy.

Still, Jimmy did not think too much about it. Taking the coat, he said faintly, "Where else can I go? This is my home. Stop talking nonsense. Come on, open the door."

March just arrived, and the weather was still a little cold. He was afraid that Ariah might catch a cold as she was dressed in only pajamas.

Frowning, Ariah looked at him. "Didn't you hear what I just said? I'm not letting you in. Jimmy, we are all adults. Please respect my decision."

Snorting, Jimmy put his coat on his arm casually. "If I'm disrespecting you, I would have broken into your house by now. Why would I waste time asking for your permission here?"

At once, Ariah's face darkened. "Then stop wasting your time here, and leave now!"

"You just never listen, do you?"

Jimmy sighed. Fatigue washed over his once handsome face. Throughout the past month, he lost a lot of weight. His cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were bloodshot as if he had not had proper rest in a long time.

Ariah turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

Glancing at Ariah, who was throwing a fit, he had no choice but to lean in closer to her. Shocked, Ariah quickly took a few steps back, "What are you doing?"

Pushing her to the door, he let his hands roam over her body.

Startled, Ariah hugged her belly with one hand and pushed him with the other, berating him sternly, "Jimmy Hudson, what the hell are you doing? Stop messing around!"

Suddenly, Jimmy grabbed the keys from her hand and cast her a glance. "Why are you so worked up? It's not what you think."

After saying that, he pulled her aside, opened the door, and went straight in.

Snapping back to her senses, Ariah felt her face flushed red. She stomped her feet and hurriedly followed after him.

Revisiting Ariah's home after one month, Jimmy felt a warm sensation spreading in his heart. Even though it was a shabby, rented apartment furnished with small sofas, every part of the room oozed an exquisite feeling as Ariah was the one who decorated the whole house.

Every time he came to Ariah's place, he felt like he was at his own home. He did not want to leave the house, and he was even willing to sleep on the