Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 84

"Don't you want to go to bed, Madam?"

Hazel saw that Sharon was so sleepy that she couldn't even keep her eyes open, but she still remained seated on the sofa.

Sharon held Hazel's arm and said coquettishly, "Hazel, talk to me."

"Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything."

"Well, let's talk about our young master's childhood."

Sharon suddenly composed herself. "Okay, tell me."

Hazel glanced at her with a faint smile. "Young Master was very independent since he was a child, and he was very capable of taking care of himself. At the age of 18, he went to the military academy by himself without any help from the family. It was only after he graduated that the leaders and some students in the school knew his real identity. Well, although he is quite handsome, he has little experience in love, and he is very loyal, unlike some wealthy young masters' profligacy behavior."

Sharon pursed her lips when she heard that.

Hazel noticed it and pinched her nose. "Why? Don't you believe what I said?"

"Hazel, you may have been deceived by that man. When you weren't at home the other night, I called him, but it was a woman who answered his phone."

Sharon could still remember the woman's frivolous voice very clearly.

Although he explained that they didn't do anything, Sharon didn't believe him at all.

What a playboy he was. He was having a scandal with Jewel, and on the other hand, he was spending the night with another woman in Grasmere. Was this what Hazel meant by being loyal and whatnot?

Hazel refused to believe it. "He is not that kind of person. There must be some misunderstanding."

Sharon said angrily, "I heard it with my own ears."

"Maybe it's just a friend and nothing happened between them."

"Which girl would still be in his room at midnight and did not go back to her own room? He was in the shower then!"

Hazel pursed her lips, speechless.

"Young Master, this was your fault for having a lady in your room so late at night. I don't know how to help you smooth this over," Hazel sighed and thought.

At 11 pm.

Sharon's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier to the point where she couldn't hold on any longer, so she switched off the TV and went upstairs.

She couldn't find Stanley in the bedroom. Was he in the study?

She read the book for a while but was absentminded all the way. She kept looking at the door yet she didn't see anyone nor hear any sound.

Was he still working at such a late hour? He should get an award as the country's best president.

After another ten minutes, Sharon couldn't help but get up, throw away the book, and strode toward the study.

She cursed under her breath, "What the hell? Give me a word even if you want to punish me! It's very annoying to leave me hanging like this, okay?"

She pushed the door of the study open and walked in.

There was no one in front of the desk. Sharon took a few more steps in and found Stanley lying on the sofa.

She didn't know whether he was asleep or not. He was closing his eyes with one hand on his forehead. His two slender legs were crossed, looking casual and lazy.

Sharon squatted down in front of him and found that his eyelashes were really long, thick, and black as if he had applied mascara on them.

His nose was tall and straight, and his facial features were prominent and handsome.

This face was like a perfect masterpiece of God.

When she was in a trance, he suddenly opened his eyes, which were shining faintly. Sharon was so scared that she sat on the ground and felt embarrassed. "You... you woke up?"

Stanley looked at her with a frown and said nothing.

"Ahem, uh..." Sharon couldn't help but look at his crotch area. "A-Are you feeling better?"

After taking a deep breath, Stanley asked her, "What are you doing in here?"

"I'm here to check you out and see if you're feeling better."

Stanley sneered and said, "I'm still alive and kicking."

That sounded like good news.

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the ground, and patted her ass. "You take a rest then. If there's nothing else, I'll go out first."

It was obvious that he was still in a very unstable mood, and she did not dare to stay to piss him off further.

"Stop!"

He huffed with a cold voice.

Sharon stopped and turned around reluctantly. "What else can I do for you?"

Lying on the sofa leisurely, he stretched out his muscular arm and let it hung in the air. "Take it out."

Sharon did not understand. "Take what out?"

"The check Jewel gave you."

Did he know?

When did he find out?

Why didn't he say anything if he knew?

Several questions circulated in Sharon's mind simultaneously. She couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Although she was surprised, she obediently reached out for her pocket. Suddenly, she remembered that she had taken a bath a few hours ago and the check was inside the pocket of another piece of clothing.

She said to Stanley who was lying on the sofa, "Wait a minute. It's in the bedroom. I'll go and get it now."

With that, she quickly sprinted away.

He got up from the sofa and narrowed his eyes faintly as he watched her leave, and his thin mouth curved into a sharp smirk.

She did not hide the fact that she had received Jewel's money!

He had been holding back the question in his heart and did not ask just to see if she would take the initiative to confess to him. He did not expect that she never came forward and turned herself in on her own accords.

This made him very unhappy.

Soon, Sharon came back and handed over the check. "Here."