Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 32

Sharon said a lot of things, all of which were bitter words. Stanley stood there for as long as she spoke.

After a long time, she seemed to be tired. She tilted her head, let go of her hands, and shrank to the side to sleep.

Stanley watched the scene, dumbfounded.

He looked down at the woman, and there was something flashing in his dark eyes.

A moment later, he turned around and went out of the bathroom.

Stanley came to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

Looking at the dark night, he seemed to be lost in his memory. The reason why he married Sharon was that she was the most suitable candidate, and he would need a wife since he reached the marriageable age.

A year ago, he found her cramped in a shared basement, dirty, dark, and damp. She was so scrawny and fragile that it was pitiful to look at.

He told her that he would save her father and ask for her hands. Sharon did not hesitate at that time and immediately nodded in agreement.

Throughout their first year of marriage, she was very sensible, obedient, and didn't give him any trouble.

Till now, he was very satisfied with her.

But he didn't love her, and wouldn't love her in the future.

He didn't even have feelings for her, but tonight... when she hugged him and cried, he felt a strange feeling stirring in his heart.

He seemed to fall deep in his memory until his fingers felt a burning sensation that he suddenly came back to his senses.

The cigarette had burned out and scalded his fingers.

He frowned and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. He turned back and opened the bathroom door to take a look. He was stunned.

Where was she?

There were only ripples of the water in the empty bathtub. There was no one in sight.

He only moved away for a few minutes and she disappeared.

He was just praising her for being a good girl and not letting him worry about her, but what a quick slap in the face!

His lips twitched, and he began to search along the water trail.

He came all the way to the bedroom, and the water stains disappeared.

There was no one on the bed.

Did she disappear out of thin air?

Stanley raised his eyebrows and seemed to think of something. He lowered his body and looked under the bed.

Sure enough, she was lying on her stomach under the bed, clutching something in her arms as if she was holding a treasure.

Stanley frowned and looked at her under the bed. "What are you doing?"

Sharon ignored him.

"Come out!"

Stanley reached out to pull her.

"Mine!"

Sharon suddenly glared at him fiercely as if she was announcing her sovereignty, for fear that he would take the box away from her.

Stanley squinted at her in annoyance. "I don't want your stupid thing. Now come out!"

"You're stupid!" Sharon began to resist, pointing at his nose and humming, "This is a treasure, not a stupid thing. You're a stupid thing!"

Treasure?

Stanley raised his eyebrows and was intrigued by the box in her arms. "Oh, what treasure is it? Let me see."

Hearing this, Sharon thought that he was going to snatch it. She was immediately agitated and glared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes. "Get lost! Don't touch it!"

What! Did! She! Just! Say?!

Did she ask him to get lost?

Stanley laughed coldly, sounding eerily creepy. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a tone in his life.

How could he, a grown-up man, not subdue a young girl?

He stretched out his long arm, grabbed the woman's tender ankle, and dragged her out from under the bed.

"Ah..."

Sharon screamed with her eyes closed.

Stanley reached out to cover her mouth and leaned over. "Shut up, woman!"

Her loud scream would make Hazel, who didn't know anything, thought that he had done something to her.

She was pressed against the carpet by him. Her mouth was covered and she couldn't make a sound, so she stopped shouting. Her whole body was wet like the fish that had just been scooped out of the water. He covered her back and suppressed her.

Stanley remembered that he had never tried this position with her before.

Undoubtedly, Sharon was a conservative and shy girl. Every time when they were doing the deed, she would always remain rigid and unmoving, and they would always do it in the traditional missionary position.

From the looks of it, he could try the position with her now. His heart was worked up as he stroked down the curve of her waist with his big palm.

His gazes became more intense. Her waist was too thin as if it would break with a fold. Her body was soft and toasty. He always felt that she was young and hadn't grown up yet.

But today, a term flashed across his mind... a stunner.

The stunner that attracted people's attention and stirred a man's soul.

He pinched her chin with his big hand and turned her face to face him. Then, he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

The smell of alcohol on her body transmitted to him. It was a bit intoxicating which made him even more annoyed. She got into the bad habit of drinking at such a young age! She needed to be taught some lessons!

Thinking of this, he bit her lips hard.

She was in pain, and her eyes were full of tears. "Dad, it hurts..."

Stanley gasped and smacked her butt. "I'm not your dad. Stop calling me that!" NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Sharon grimaced in pain. She snorted, lowered her head, and took a bite at the man's purlicue.

Stanley let out a muffled groan, his dark eyes flashing with anger.

Was she a dog?

She bit him so hard!

"Let me go!" He pulled her body and warned her sternly, "Did you hear me?"

Her chin was lifted. Sharon's big teary eyes glanced directly at his dark and cold eyes. She trembled, seemingly scared, and obediently loosened her mouth.

After the commotion, Stanley's sexual desire was extinguished so he pushed her away irritably. When he got up, his eyes swept over the box in her arms. He grabbed it aggressively, intending to find out what it actually was.

Sharon reached out to grab it. "Mine!"

"You belong to me, so your stuff belongs to me too."

Stanley arched his eyebrows mischievously and raised the box above his head with a sly look. Sharon tried to get up and reached out to grab it.

"Give it back to me..."

A wicked vibe flashed through Stanley's eyes.

"Do you want it? Take it yourself."

He was tall, and she was only as tall as his chest. Their height difference was obvious.

She couldn't jump high enough and couldn't even touch the corner of the box after several attempts. She began to feel dizzy and started to see duplicated images of the man in front of her. At last, she lost her balance and fell on the bed, closing her eyes and lying still.

Stanley lifted the corners of his mouth into a wicked smile and leaned his tall and straight body aside. He opened the box, and there was a trace of consternation on his hard face.

What were these?

Money...

Indeed, they were money. There were a stack of one dollars, five dollars, and even ten dollars. It was like a piggy bank...

Was this her secret stash?

He thought it was something interesting, but was disappointed to see these things.

His interest worn out and was about to close the box when he skimmed over the diary at the side.

With no sense of privacy nor shame, he flipped open the diary and raised an eyebrow when he saw her elegant handwriting on it.

But when he read the contents of the diary, his handsome face turned completely gloomy.