Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 81

Shawn embraced her tighter and tighter, exhaling his hot breath on her neck.

Sharon was a little flustered and was also scared.

She was afraid that he would go too far.

As time went by, she became more and more anxious.

Shawn started kissing her cheek continuously while mumbling softly, "Sharon..."

Sharon gritted her teeth and gave him a hard kick.

"Ouch..."

Shawn grunted in pain. He let go of her, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

Sharon's heart was beating very fast as she was scared out of her wits. She saw him sitting on the floor, his pale face twisting in great pain.

Sharon felt a little heartache and wanted to see him. Finally, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and ran away.

When Peter exited their room to look for Shawn, he was shocked to see Shawn sitting on the ground motionlessly.

"Young Master!"

Peter hurried over and called Shawn who was shutting his eyes, "Young Master, wake up!"

Shawn slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to faint for a while just now. A burst of pain came from the back of his head that made him frown. "Where am I?"

"Young Master, you had one glass too many and said that you wanted to come out to sober up." Peter helped him up. "I waited for you in the room for a long time but you never came back, so I came out to look for you and saw you fainted here."

After a pause, Peter asked again, "Young Master, what happened just now?"

Shawn stood in a daze. His glance slowly got deeper as he muttered, "I think I saw Sharon just now."

Not only that, he hugged her and kissed her. The touch was so real, and he could still feel her warmth on his palms.

"Huh?" Peter hurriedly looked around. "I only saw you alone when I came here and no one else. I definitely didn't see Miss Cruz."

Shawn frowned.

"Young Master, are you drunk? Is it possible that you have mistaken her for someone else?"

Shawn was confused. Was it really just a dream because he was drunk?

Impossible.

"Then how can you explain that I'm sitting on the ground?" Shawn asked.

"Perhaps you are too drunk that you accidentally fell and sat on the floor when you came out," Peter made an assumption since he also didn't know what was going on.

Shawn did not believe him though. "Sharon must be here. Peter, I'm not going back to the room. I want to take a walk."

Talking a walk was a just lame excuse; his real intention was to look for Sharon.

Peter sighed and answered, "Ok."

Sharon sat on the toilet with a blank expression. She didn't expect that she would meet Shawn here again tonight.

She always thought that their previous encounter on the street was nothing but an illusion, but she didn't expect it to be true.

Shawn was in Beachmarsh City, in the same city as her.

Earlier, before she left, Shawn sat on the floor with a painful grimace on his face, which made her feel sorry for him.

After all, she had known him for so many years. She could not treat him as a total stranger.

Even if he had betrayed her back then, she couldn't be cruel to him.

"You are really weak," Sharon scolded herself.

She didn't even dare to sit down and talk to him. She was afraid that he would know about her marital status.

Sharon clearly knew that they could not return to when they used to be when he was with Cecilia and when he left the Cruz Family.

So when she was in the corridor, she tried her best to avoid him.

They were destined to not have a future together, so there was no need for them to rekindle their relationship.

She sat on the toilet for a long time. It was not until her legs began to ache and numb that she gradually recomposed herself.

After getting out of the tiny stall, she washed her hands and said to herself in the mirror, "Just pretend that you haven't seen him and nothing had happened. Sharon Cruz, you have cut your ties with him a long time ago, and you are someone else's wife now. Forget him!"

As the last word fell, it felt like a magical spell had been cast which made her calm again.

After washing her face with cold water, she became more clear-minded.

She had been out for a long time. The people in the room should be anxious if she didn't go back now.

She turned off the tap and was about to get up when a hot entity suddenly came to her from her back.

Sharon was shocked. When she was about to struggle and scream, she saw the man who stuck himself against her and stopped.

Stanley pressed her against the washstand from behind with his warm body and said in a deep voice, "Why didn't you scream?"

Sharon rolled her eyes at him and said, "I saw you in the mirror!"

He chuckled and said, "You have good eyesight."

"I'm not blind."

"Why have you been out for such a long time?"

Sharon lowered her eyes. "My stomach hurts, so it took some time."

His face was full of disgust. "Have you washed your hands?"

"No, I haven't! Let me smear them on you!"

Sharon turned back to wipe her hands on his clothes.

He frowned at her and grabbed her hands while avoiding her.

She was weak in comparison, so she was no match to him at all now that she was being restrained and he easily controlled her.

There was a hint of mischief in his eyes. He reached out to grab her sensitive spot and said, "How dare you smear your dirty hands on me, huh?"

As he spoke, he increased the strength in his hands.