Because You Are My Lady

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. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

Sharon's eyes widened. Her body was stiff and her face was red. "You..."

Stanley pressed his strong and sturdy waist against her body in an overbearing and possessive way, carrying an obvious hint of what he wanted.

"It's okay. We still have time."

"No!"

"It'll be very exciting!"

"F**k you! don't touch me!"

"Be a good girl."

"No!"

Sharon panicked. Without much thought, she directly kicked his bulging manhood with her knee...

"Ouch..."

He let out a muffled groan and fell on her body, lying there for a long time.

Sharon was dumbfounded.

Uh...

Was it that painful?

She simply nudged it gently...

Beside her ears were his painful gasping and the creaking sound of his teeth.

After the pain subsided a little, Stanley held up his upper body and stared at the dumbfounded woman with an icy cold glare. His face was pale, his forehead drenching in sweat, and even his lips were pale.

Sharon was feeling very guilty. It must be very painful for him to look so pale.

The veins popped up on Stanley's forehead as he looked at Sharon who had fear in her eyes.

Sharon shrank in fear as he continued to glare at her. She licked her lips and started, "Uh..."

"Thump! Thump!" There was a knock on the glass window that interrupted her apology.

Sharon swallowed and said in a very low voice, "S-Someone is coming."

Stanley squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "I really want to smother you!"

Did she not know that she couldn't touch the manhood when it was hard? Did she want him to have no offsprings?

Sharon muttered softly, "It's illegal to kill someone..."

Stanley seemed to be really angry with her, so he ignored her. He reached out to open the window and said to the people outside with a cold face, "Get in!"

The man outside was taken aback when he saw Stanley's gloomy expression. "D-Did you call for a substitute driver?"

"Yes! Get the hell in here and drive!"

The driver pursed his lips. It was after all his job, so he got in the car quietly, and then started the car and left.

The car was filled with awkward silence the rest of the way back.

Sharon shrank in the corner with a guilty conscience. Stanley was leaning on the other side, resting with his eyes closed, but his hands were still covering the manhood between his legs.

Sharon blushed, bit her lips, and turned to look out of the window.

There was a small crack in the window where the night wind blew in, slowly calming her inner heat.

Her heart beat so fast that she patted her blushing face.

She thought that he was quite obedient to not drive after she warned him not to and even found a substitute driver to drive them home.

When they returned to the villa, Hazel also came back and was doing housework.

Sharon followed behind Stanley. As soon as they entered the house, he took off his shoes and went upstairs without looking at her.

Sharon opened her mouth and wanted to stop him, but he had disappeared on the stairs.

He was quite hot-tempered.

Humph.

Sharon pursed her lips.

When she came to the living room, she sat down on the sofa and said, "Hazel, you're back!"

"Yes, I came back in the afternoon." Hazel pointed to the second floor. "What's wrong? Do you guys fight again?"

Sharon snorted and said, "Your young master is so hot-tempered. How did you get through these years?"

Hazel smiled and said, "He may look difficult to get along with, but in fact, he is very kind. You'll know it if you try to understand him attentively."

Should she examine his heart with hers?

Sharon thought about it and decided to let it slip. His heart was as hard as a stone. She was afraid that she would get hurt when she gave her heart out to him.

Sharon didn't know if his anger had subsided or not. She didn't dare to go upstairs, so she sat downstairs and chatted with Hazel.

The boy whom Hazel had taken care of for the past few days had a cold and diarrhea. He had been staying in the hospital for a few days and now he was finally recovered.

Sharon remembered that when she was a child, her mother was often not at home. When she was sick, her father took care of her. Later, Shawn came to their home and it became his duty to take over everything that happened to her.

Her memory was a little vague. Suddenly, she remembered during the adolescent period when she got her first menstruation, she was so scared that she hid in the bathroom and cried.

Shawn hugged her and coaxed her. He said that she had grown up and was no longer a little girl and every woman would experience such a thing when they hit adolescence. In his comfort, fear gradually subsided. She knew that she did not have a terminal disease and would not die.

Shawn was older than her. She looked up to him, liked him very much, and often pestered him.

"Madam, what are you thinking about?"

Hazel's voice suddenly pulled her mind back, and Sharon woke up from her memory. She cleared his dry throat and shook her head. "N-Nothing."

Hazel saw that there was something wrong with her expression, and her face was a little pale. She was worried and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Sharon lowered her eyes and said hurriedly, "No, no... I just think about how long your young master's anger will last."

Hazel smiled at her. "Just go and talk nicely to him. A couple's fight never lasts. It's very easy to coax him..."

Sharon remembered what happened last time, and the corner of her mouth twitched. "Hazel, don't give me any dumb ideas. Last time, you said that he liked the frog. I went to catch the frog and coax him. What happened then?"

What happened was Stanley almost threw her out of the window!

Hazel shrugged.

An hour later, Sharon yawned and was sleepy.

She wanted to go upstairs, but she hesitated whether she should go up or not. Wouldn't she be faced off against his wrath if he was still angry at her?