Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 83

In the closed carriage, the silence ensued as no one spoke anymore.

It was so quiet that even the slightest sound could be heard.

Sharon, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, fidgeted her thin legs uneasily. Stanley's dark eyes swept over. "What are you doing?"

Sharon shook her head. "Nothing."

"Then stop moving!"

"Okay."

After a while, she started fidgeting her legs again.

Stanley put out the cigarette butt and said, "What now?"

Sharon couldn't help explaining, "I don't want it either, but it hurts a little, so it will feel better if I move a little..."

Stanley frowned. "Hurt? Where does it hurt?"

"Here." Sharon pointed to her ankle. "I sprained my ankle just now."

"Did you sprain it when you jumped in front of the car like a daredevil just now?"

"No, I sprained it when I jumped down from the restroom's washstand."

Stanley's face darkened. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Sharon pouted and stared at him.

At that time, she saw that he was still in a state of anger, so she didn't dare to provoke him further and endure the pain, but now she was in too much pain to bear.

Stanley glanced at her. The front seat was too narrow and inconvenient for him to check her injury. He frowned and opened the door to get out.

Sharon wondered, "What is he doing?"

Stanley opened the door of the back seat was opened and knocked on the back of her seat. "Come here."

"Why?"

"Shush! Get off the car and come to me!"

Sharon blinked in bewilderment.

What was with him and his hot temper?

Sharon rolled her eyes, endured the pain, got out of the car, and went to the back seat.

As soon as she sat down, he lifted her leg and put her calf directly on his knee. He held her ankle with his hot palm and rubbed her ankle with his slightly thick fingers. "Here?" Sharon went stiff as she was not very used to his intimate behavior.

"Talk!"

"Yes, there."

Stanley frowned and looked at it carefully. It was a little swollen. He said in a low voice, "It will hurt a little. Bear with it."

"Okay."

Stanley held her calf with one hand and her ankle with the other. Although he was a little clumsy, he carefully pressed the sprained area.

"Hiss..."

Sharon gasped as he added some forces into his massage.

There was a deep look in Stanley's eyes. "Does it hurt?"

Sharon was so overwhelmed by his sudden gesture she wouldn't dare to complain, so she quickly shook her head and said, "No, no."

Stanley glanced at her and said nothing, but he moved more gently this time.

He gently wrapped her calf with his large hand, and the warmth from his palm made Sharon's heart flutter timidly and her mind was a little muddled.

She didn't expect that he would be so gentle.

The night was getting darker and darker.

Inside the car, it was very quiet with the smell of smoke lingering in the air as well as the sound of the two breathing.

Sharon stared blankly at Stanley who was massaging her sprained ankle. The tall figure was sitting beside her with his head hanging down, revealing his handsome and prominent side profile. There was a serious look on his cold and stoic face with a hint of gentleness amid his frown.

Outside the window, cars roared past them one after another, and a strong beam of light swept over occasionally that flashed on his face, illuminating his long eyelashes.

Sharon stared at him and thought in her heart, "How can a man's eyelashes be so long and beautiful? It's so unfair."

Moreover, his serious side profile was very charming, and the way he sat there silently was also very gentle, which was a temperament that would make women's hearts tremble in awe.

However, this feeling quickly changed as the serious man started to get naughty. His mischievous hands started to crawl upward on her legs and the silent air in the car suddenly became lustful.

Sharon shrank back and wanted to pull back her leg, but Stanley grabbed her leg firmly to which she glared at him angrily and asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

Stanley squinted, and his fingers didn't stop their actions. "You make me misunderstand with that obsessive look when you looked at me just now."

Sharon didn't know what to say.

She was blind to think that he was handsome!

He was clearly a hooligan!

His hands became more and more restless. Sharon's face turned red and she shouted, "I'll kick you!"

Stanley chuckled at her futile threat. How could he marry such a useless wife?

He pressed his body against hers. The space at the back seat was already very small, and when they squeezed together, it made the scene even more erotic.

Sharon leaned back on the door. He gently pulled her and she crashed into his embrace. The smell of wine on his body surrounded her. "Don't you think you should compensate me for fixing your leg?"

Did he fix her leg?

Sharon moved her ankle and miraculously, it didn't hurt as much as before. Was he a miracle doctor?

Well, she should compensate him for what he did.

She asked, "What do you want?"

"There's no one here. Let's try having sex in the car, shall we?"

The man smiled frivolously that made him look so seductively sexy. The protruding Adam's apple swayed in front of her eyes as he smiled, and the car was quickly filled with the uncontrollable male hormones.

Sharon's heart was beating rapidly. She licked her lips and asked, "You're kidding, aren't you?"

He asked, "Do you think it's a joke?"

He wanted to make love to her when they were in the nightclub's restroom. Now that they were alone in the car with the massage and whatnot, he was already burning in a lustful flame.