Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 216

It hurt!

Her whole body ached!

After being tortured for hours, she felt like dying.

In addition to the pain coming from her body, she also felt the swelling pain in her head, as if someone was pulling her brain.

Swearing that she won't drink alcohol anymore.

With a moan, she wanted to see what time it was. Just as she moved, the hand on her waist tighten, and she was pulled back firmly.

The two bodies were pressed together, and she had only one feeling, which was hot!

Helpless, Sharon wanted to move, but she could not. Then, using her arms, she pushed against the person behind her. "Let go! I want to get up!"

Despite that, Stanley's eyes were closed, as his large hand was caressing her body, pressing her down onto him.

Feeling ticklish, Sharon asked, "Haha... Let go of me..."

In the midst of their actions, not only did they wake up, somewhere hot was also gradually waking up.

As Sharon felt it, she was so frightened that she dare not move. "Still... wanna another round?"

Last night they made love until midnight, now she was in a daze, was he a teddy?

"It's a normal reaction." A warm feeling came by her ear, and Stanley's hot breath drilled into her ear. "All men are like that in the morning."

Tugging at her clothes, Stanley's movements seemed impatient...

"Bang bang..." Two sudden sounds shocked them.

With that, Sharon almost screamed. Luckily, she held it in. The sweat on Stanley's forehead dripped, as his voice was full of displeasure. "Who's there?"

In return, Hazel's voice resonated outside the heavy door. "It's me..."

"You don't need to wait for us for breakfast." Stanley's suppressed gaze was fixed on the woman below him.

Still, Hazel continued, "But..." "Get away!"

Tentatively, Hazel knocked on the door. "Has young master not gotten up yet?"

Subsequently, Stanley raised his voice, and his eyes were sharp. "Didn't you hear me? Go away first!"

At this moment, Sharon only wanted to escape. As she was afraid that if Hazel were to suddenly come in, she would be ashamed. Desperately, she tried to push him away, signaling him to quickly get down from her body. But, her actions caused Stanley's scalp to go numb, and he was on the verge of going crazy.

"D*mn it, don't move!"

Stanley berated her in a low voice. Frightened by his scarlet red eyes, and also by the movement down there...

Thus, she laid there like a wooden stick, and did not dare to move. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

At this time, the sound of Hazel knocking on the door continued. "I didn't mean to disturb you. There's something I need to inform you."

Without paying more attention to that, Stanley's pitch-black eyes fell on Sharon. His intentions were clear, telling her not to make a sound, as he was about to start.

Though Sharon understood, she was anxious, flurried, and she firmly refused. Hazel was right outside, he can't act recklessly!

"Mr. Jones?"

Hearing no response from inside, Hazel raised her voice. "Have you woken up yet? There's really something going on... Liam Frazier is here!"

The man and the woman on the bed suddenly stopped.

Liam?

Did they mishear what she said?

"Hey... What are you doing here?" Outside the door, Hazel was trying to stop someone. "I'm calling Mr. Jones, but he's still in bed. Didn't I ask you to wait downstairs? What are you doing? Ah, Mr. Frazier!"

Bang!

The unlocked bedroom door was kicked open by someone from outside.

Liam walked in, and flung Hazel away. Then, he headed straight for the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he heard the bathroom door closed with a "bang".

Bare-chest, Stanley was sitting on the edge of the bed, with a bath towel tied around his waist. It seemed as he had just got up, his aura was lazy yet sexy, and the bed behind him was a mess.

Narrowing his eyes, Liam could feel a scent of love- making that had just ended. He sneered, "Did I disturb your fun?"

Just then, Hazel caught up with him. Mr. Jones..."

"It's fine, there's none of your business now. Hazel, you can leave." Stanley said flatly.

After a moment's hesitation, she turned around and left.

Landing his gaze in the direction of the bathroom, Liam asked, "Where's Sharon? Hiding?"

Out of habit, Stanley picked up the cigarette and lighter on the nightstand, and lit them up. Just as he was about to bring it to his lips, he thought of the promise he had made to the woman last night. He then put the cigarette away.

"I'll give you three minutes to leave, otherwise, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself."

Raising his brow, Liam said, "Because I disturbed your fun, and you're pissed?"

Tossing his phone and cigarette aside, Stanley coldly said, "Two minutes left."

With that, Liam sneered. "Don't worry. I won't stay for long. Once I've figured out what's going on, I'll leave immediately."

"30 seconds and one minute."

"Where is Rebecca?"

They spoke almost at the same time.

Squatting down, Stanley's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. He raised his eyes and looked over. "What do you mean by that?"

"You think I would come here for no reason?" Liam said as he walked around the bedroom. "Rebecca is missing. I went to look for her. The door to her house was open, and there were traces of a fight and bloodstains could be seen. If I'm not mistaken, this matter has something to do with you."

Hearing this, Stanley's brows slowly furrowed. "Why should I believe your words?"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask your men to check the place where she lived. At first glance, you will know whether I am lying or not."

Expressionless, but in his heart, Stanley had already come to the conclusion that what Liam said was not wrong. There was no need for him to lie.

"It seems that you don't know where Rebecca is?" Liam frowned as he carefully observed Stanley's expression. He thought that Rebecca's incident had something to do with Stanley, but looking at him, it was obvious he had no clue.

Standing up, Stanley picked up the shirt on the ground and put it on. "Three minutes have passed. Leave this place, or else don't blame me for being rude."

Rooted to the spot without moving, Liam asked, "Did she not contact you before she got into trouble?"

With a crack, Stanley pulled open the drawer and took out the gun inside. The pitch-black muzzle of the gun was pressed against Liam's forehead. "Don't give me a chance to kill you."

Though, Liam's face was stern and his muscles were twitching. He did not see any emotion in Stanley's eyes. If he continued to stay, it was undeniable that this man might do something to him.

The atmosphere was dead.

After a moment, Liam sneered and swung the gun on his forehead away. He turned around and said, "I'm not sure whether Rebecca is dead or alive. If you still have some conscience, don't just care about yourself. For the sake of the past ties that you shared with her, it's best that you go and find her."

As soon as he finished speaking, he went out of the bedroom.

The bathroom door was opened with a crack. Sharon walked out with a startled expression on her face.

Stanley placed down his gun, opened the closet, and took out his clothes to change. In just a few minutes, he was already neatly dressed.

Standing behind him, Sharon looked at his tall and straight posture. Then, she asked blankly, "You're going to look for her?"