Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 92

Stanley didn't expect that Shawn hadn't hung up yet.

"Ahem." Stanley cleared his throat and said, "That's settled. Contact me when you're free. I'll treat you to dinner then. Also, if you need anything, just tell me."

On the other side of the phone, Shawn was a little absent- minded. He seemed to have vaguely heard Sharon's voice...

It was the fuzzy, inaudible, and vaguely coquettish voice, the voice she would use every time she couldn't finish her homework in the past. "Shawn, I don't know how to answer this question. Please help me."

In fact, she was as sly and clever as a fox who knew people's minds very well. She knew that he could not stand her begging him so softly, so as long as she begged him, he would give her anything.

She was his soft spot.

But one day, he lost her.

When Shawn came to his senses, he asked, "Is it your girlfriend who spoke just now?"

Stanley frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Sorry." They were all smart men. Shawn soon noticed his dissatisfaction, realizing his slip of the tongue for prying into his personal affairs.

Stanley said calmly, "Not girlfriend. She is my wife. I'll introduce you to each other when we have the chance to have dinner together."

Shawn knew that he was just being polite, so he vaguely answered a few words and then ended the call.

Stanley put away his phone and threw it aside, making a loud noise. Sharon jumped in surprise and said in dismay, "It's a pity if you break it. Can't you be gentler?"

"Little money- grubber!" Stanley thought as he leaned back in his chair and glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

Then, he said, "You're normally a tough girl, but why can't you properly open a bottle of water now?"

How could he be so vicious with his words!

Sharon was too lazy to continue the argument. She was wearing thin clothes in summer and she didn't splash too large an area. With the cold wind blowing in the car, her clothes were soon dry.

All of a sudden, it became quiet again.

There was only the sound of the cold air blowing.

Sharon looked down at the tissue in her hand, which she had just used to wipe her clothes, and ask casually, albeit pretentiously, "Who called you?"

That voice was the familiar male voice that was buried deep in her memory. She was too shocked to hear it, that was why she accidentally spilled the water on herself.

But it couldn't be him. It couldn't be Shawn...

Stanley tilted his head and looked at her.

"Why?"

"I'm just asking..."

"A friend."

"What friend?"

Stanley reached out his hand to pinch her cheek. "Checking on me, huh?"

Sharon hissed and yelled, "It hurts, b*stard! Let go!"

"What do you call me?" He leaned over dangerously.

Sharon immediately gave up and said, "No, nothing. Don't do anything silly. There are still people here!"

Stanley raised his eyebrows and said in an ambiguous tone, "Do you think I care?"

Of course, he didn't care!

He was a man with such a high status and personality, so he didn't care about anyone.

Although he didn't care, it did not mean that Sharon did not either.

As he leaned closer and closer, the male aura surrounded her. Sharon balled herself up and glanced with the corner of her eyes, only to see a person coming from afar.

"J-Jimmy!" As if catching a life-saving float, Sharon shouted in a low voice, unbuckling the seat belt with one hand and pushing the door with the other hand, which was done in one smooth motion.

She jumped out of the car lightly and ran away.

Stanley reached out his hand, but her light clothes slipped off his fingers, and he couldn't even grasp her fingertips.

Stanley retracted his hand and sneered as he watched Sharon who had run away.

"Do you really think you can run away from me? I'll get you sooner or later," he thought.

Jimmy saw Sharon running over from a distance, so he stopped and looked at her who was panting. "What's wrong? Who is chasing you?"

"N-No one." Sharon couldn't possibly tell him that she ran to him in a hurry because was afraid that Stanley would eat her up in the car, so she scratched her head, thought of something, and said, "I have something to talk to you."

"What is it? Tell me."

"The things Melody and I bought are still in your car. Can you give them to me please?"

Jimmy laughed and said, "Of course, it's yours. Wait here. I'll get it for you."

"Thank you, Jimmy."

"Don't mention it."

In the Hummer.

Stanley leaned back on the chair. He broke the sunglasses just now, so he couldn't shield his eyes from the glaring sun. He squinted his phoenix eyes slightly and looked at Sharon's back in the distance.

The phone suddenly rang, and Stanley took a casual look. It was from Anthony.

Generally speaking, Stanley had ordered his staff not to disturb him when he had a rest day.

Stanley was unhappy to see Anthony's call, but he answered the phone nevertheless, "Did I tell you not to look for me when I'm off work?"

Anthony certainly knew this, but he had to make a phone call.

Because he found out something that his boss would be pissed when he learned about it.

Stanley would not lose his temper easily in usual times, but once he was outraged, even Anthony, who had been working under him for so many years, was also afraid.