Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 203

"Are you scared?"

Stanley raised his eyebrows. As he spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed. "If you're scared, get up and let me out."

"You b*stard!"

Sharon lowered her head and bit down on his shoulder.

He groaned but there was a sense of pleasure flashing in his eyes. "Be good. Don't force yourself to do something you can't do. You can't sleep with a man by force... Uh..."

Stanley was shocked when his lips were sealed again.

This lass really couldn't stand being provoked.

Sharon's actions were disorganized and completely random. There were several times that she literally bit him. Stanley pushed her away and chided, "Do you know how to kiss a man?"

She blushed and mumbled, "No, I don't..."

Stanley gritted his teeth and said, "You don't know how to kiss a man, and you want to force yourself on me, huh?"

Sharon just snorted.

"Get up."

Sharon sat motionless on Stanley's belly. Stanley raised his eyebrows. "You don't want to get up?"

"No!"

What a stubborn lass!

Stanley's eyes narrowed. Thanks to his powerful strength, he pressed his arms against the edge of the bed and directly got up.

"Ah..." Sharon screamed in shock.

She wrapped her legs around Stanley's body like a sloth as he got up, her face turning pale with fright.

Stanley slapped her buttock. "Are you coming down or not?"

Sharon's teeth chattered as she shook her head, "No..."

Stanley didn't know what else he could do. Why was she like sticky chewing gum that he couldn't get rid of?

Stanley let out a muffled groan of pain as he felt a sudden pain on his shoulder.

"Let go!"

He scolded in a low voice.

Sharon tightly held onto him, as if she was taking revenge on him. Just now, he had scared her to death. She bit him to vent her discomfort and frustration.

She was biting him like a tigress biting on its prey while he was at a loss.

After being in a deadlock for a while, Stanley held her and went straight to the sofa, holding her body and directly pressing down.

"Ah!"

Sharon let out a scream and finally let loose her bite.

Stanley laughed out of annoyance. "What the hell are you yelling about!"

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Gradually, Sharon became confused as she looked at the man who was doing lustful things to her. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Although she couldn't stand his aggressive attack, she still held his waist tightly with her hands and didn't let him leave at all.

Stanley sensed it and his lips curled into a smile.

After a long time, their "battle" finally came to a stop. Sharon lay on the sofa and turned into a puddle of soft mud. Stanley buried his face in her slender neck, and the scorching heat that he let out burrowed into her body like a colony of ants.

Sharon pushed his body aside, yet she gripped his arm tightly.

He looked down at her finger with a faint smile. His eyes were as thick as darkness. "Do you want me to get up or not?"

His voice was hoarse, deep, and sexy.

Flushing, she slightly opened her mouth but she couldn't say anything.

Stanley's Adam's apple bobbed. Seeing her current state, he lowered his body and asked, "Do you still have any strength left?"

As soon as she hears this, she understood what he meant and continuously shook her head. "No."

Stanley's throat felt a little itchy. He swallowed and licked his lips. Suppressing the impulse in his heart, he stretched out his hand to touch her hand. "Why are you still holding onto my hand then? Let go."

Sharon's heart skipped a beat. Disbelief flashed across her eyes. She didn't believe that he was going to look for Rebecca anyway.

She abandoned her self-esteem and image and shamelessly forced him to stay. But what did he do? After having sex with her, he even thought about finding his first love afterward.

Sharon's nose felt sour and her eyes were filled with tears. She released his arm, turned her face away, and coldly said, "You can leave now!"

Stanley stood up, picked up the clothes on the ground, and put them on. He turned around and left as if he didn't see how sad she was now.

Sharon bit down on the pillow, her lips trembling.

She could never wake up a person who pretended to be asleep, and she could never spare him from the desire to leave.

Upon hearing the man's steady footsteps approaching the stairs, Sharon wiped away her tears and forced herself to bear with the discomfort she was feeling. She stumbled to the bathroom.

Her entire body was filled with his breath and smell. She wanted to wash all of them off.

After taking a shower, Sharon cursed herself in the mirror, her eyes still red with tears. "Useless!"

Why did she make herself so sad over a man?

He wanted to go to his first love, then let him be!

He'd better not come back ever again!

Humph!

The angry woman pushed the bathroom door open. When she saw the person on the bed, she was stunned.

W-What was going on?

Wasn't he already gone?

Why was he still here?

Was there something wrong with her eyes?

The warm light from the bedside lamp sprinkled on his shoulder, and the blue and white plaid pajamas stuck to his body perfectly. There was a pair of glasses on his straight and elegant nose, which minimized the sharpness of his facial feature and more gentleman- alike vibe. His gentlemanly appearance was not like the man who did the naughty deed on her just now.

The man's two extreme temperaments were almost emitted from his bones.

It was full of fierceness and viciousness when he was in the fearsome mode.

It was so quiet and gentle when he was in the gentleman mode.

The man, who had his head lowered, seemed to notice something. He looked up and narrowed his deep eyes under the glasses. "What are you doing standing there like a fool? Come here."

Sharon went over in a daze.

Stanley lifted the think blanket and motioned for her to sit down. He casually took a glass from the side and gave it to her. "Drink some milk."

Sharon took it and took a sip without saying a word.

Stanley frowned. "Why do you drink so little? Drink it all. Be good."

Sharon held the transparent glass and, with several gulps, poured the warm milk into her mouth.

The man took the empty glass with his slender fingers and put it aside, and then said, "Go to sleep now. It's getting late."

Sharon lay down obediently.

Stanley withdrew his gaze and continued to flip through the documents in his hand. This was something he had to deal with tomorrow. He had just taken it out of the study...

In the quiet room, the rustling sound of the pages created a serene and tranquil vibe.

Yet, this vibe was quickly destroyed by a burning gaze.

Stanley frowned and turned his head to look at the woman who curled up beside him, raising her small head and staring straight at him with her bright and energetic eyes.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Stanley pushed the glasses on his nose.

Sharon licked the corner of her mouth and looked at him.

"Are you mute? What are you doing?"

"I'm looking at you."

The mute opened her mouth and said.

Stanley narrowed his eyes. "Why are you looking at me?"

"You're good-looking."

"Stop flattering me."

Beneath the blanket, Sharon fidgetted her fingers anxiously and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to meet Rebecca Lambert? Why did you come back again?"

Stanley suddenly understood. "Did you really think that I went to see her?"

Sharon's hands trembled.

Stanley suddenly leaned down, his sharp eyes looking straight at her through the lens. "Your eyes are so red. Did you cry in the bathroom just now? Why did you cry? Did you think I'm going to see her?"

Sharon said stubbornly, "No..."

"You fool!"

He flicked her forehead and said, his low, mellow and magnetic male voice echoing into her ear, "I was just lying when I said I was going to meet Rebecca. I didn't even think about that. Do you understand?"

If he went to see another woman, what would she do?