Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 229

Irritably, Stanley pinched the space between his eyebrows. His well- defined features revealed a deep sense of fatigue and tiredness.

Seeing that, Jackson did not force him. He knew Stanley had not slept well for the past three days. Any man would have been caught off guard.

"Then you should have a good rest. You need to recover your strength tonight, so that we can deal with Harvey tomorrow. If we see... The child, only then we'll talk about it."

With that, Stanley nodded.

Standing up, Jason left.

After Stanley had re-closed the door, he sat on the chair, and let the weight of his entire body leaned on it. After a while, the doorbell rang. Getting up, Stanley went to open the door. Anthony was standing outside with a paper bag in his hand. "Mr. Jones, there's no Asian food around, so I went and got some hamburgers. Please have some together with Mr. King."

"I'm not eating, I don't have an appetite. Jackson has gone back. You should get some rest too. Once we're done here, we'll return to the country."

Hearing that, Anthony nodded and sighed. "Mr. Jones, good night."

"Yes."

Then, Stanley closed the door and took a shower. When he was lying on the bed, he tossed and turned, alas he could not sleep. Looking several times at the phone on the bedside table, he still endured it.

"Forget it, I'll return tomorrow. By then, I'll explain everything to her."

Knowing that she must be furious with him, Stanley was not sure if he could coax her this time.

On the outer side, that woman seemed weak, but in reality, she had a feisty temper. If she was furious, he was not confident that he could make her happy.

Thinking of that, Stanley sighed. Even if he could not coax her, he still needed to try his best...

"Knock, knock, knock."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

In doubt, Stanley frowned and stood up to open the door. Standing outside the door was Rebecca, who seemed to have just showered. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The tight dress was hugging her body, showing the woman's exquisite curve. The fresh smell of soap after a shower on her body, permeated into his nostrils.

Raising his eyebrows, Stanley looked at her. "Why are you here?"

Originally, Rebecca wanted to walk into the room, but Stanley stood by the door and did not budge. Not knowing if he did it on purpose, or that he had not reacted yet.

"I just want to... accompany you," Rebecca said, with a touch of shyness on her face. "We haven't been together for many years. I miss you very much."

Narrowing his eyes, Stanley questioned, "Then?"

Licking her lips, Rebecca said, "Stanley, it's cold outside. Can you let me in first?"

After staring at her for a few seconds, Stanley suddenly laughed, "It's too troublesome."

Stunned, she asked, "What's troublesome?"

"If you were to come in, you will still have to go out. It's too troublesome, to open then close the door. So if you have anything to say, you'd better just stand here and talk. After that, you can go back and have a good rest."

Looking at him in disbelief, Rebecca's entire body shook. "I've already made it so obvious.

Can't you tell by what I mean?"

"I can tell." Stanley nodded his head. "You still don't understand why I'm being so tactful. I don't want to hurt your feelings by saying it too dire ctly."

Hearing that, Rebecca's body swayed, and she almost lost her balance. Her eyes reddened as she said, "Stanley, I'm not asking for anything else. Just treat this as my way of repaying you, for coming to save our son... I won't tell anyone about what happened tonight, and I won't tell Sharon either. We can keep it a secret from her, she definitely won't know."

Speaking of which, Rebecca could not help but step forward and hold his hand tightly. "I don't want any title or status. I only beg that you would visit me every few days in the future. I would rather be a mistress and be cursed. I only want to be with you."

With each word she said, her eyes turned redder. Finally, her tears slid down. "I don't want our son to only have a mother and no father in the future. If so, he would be too pitiful... Stanley, he is your blood and flesh. You won't abandon him, will you?"

Without stopping, Rebecca blabbered on until she was drenched in tears.

In contrast, Stanley was listening quietly. After it went quiet, he asked, "Are you done? Is there anything else you want to say?"

Dumbfounded, Rebecca looked up at him blankly.

"First and foremost, nothing will happen between us tonight. Secondly, you might want to be a mistress, but I am not willing to hurt Sharon. Thirdly, I did not come here entirely for you. Harvey is a time bomb that I needed to deal with. I'm afraid that he might suddenly hurt my wife one day. As for the fourth reason... He's Nathan, right? Nathan will always be your son. If you want me to accept him as my son, I will. But he won't live with me. I will pay the amount of alimony that should be given to you, and I'll even give you as much as you want. I promise that you both will be well taken care of in the future."

Stanley stopped and looked at the dumbfounded woman. "Is there anything else I should add?"

Listening to what he had just said, Rebecca's mind was buzzing, and she was about to faint. Feeling a burst of darkness, she said, "You... You want Nathan to be your illegitimate child?"

"Rebecca Lambert!" Stanley called her name sternly, "Wasn't you the one who secretly gave birth to Nathan, that made him an illegitimate child? For so many years, you could have come back to find me, why did you not return? Now that you're suddenly back, and you're trying to get close to me with a reason. How cheap do you think I am to accept you again?"

Shocked by his words, Rebecca's lips trembled, and she said, "It's... It was Harvey who threatened me. So I had to..."

"Then why didn't you make it clear when you showed up at the beginning?"

"Did Oscar really send someone to monitor you for the past seven years?"

Opening her mouth, Rebecca wanted to nod, but when she saw the sharpness in the man's eyes, she closed her eyes and the corner of her mouth was bitter. "You... You have found out?"

"Oscar told me that, seven years ago, he did keep an eye on you for a period of time. After that, they did not bother you anymore"

Saying that, Stanley's voice was as low as a drum. He frowned and said, "I think you should go back. Don't try this nonsense anymore. I won't accept it. Also, no matter what had happened in the past, or the reason you did not return, I don't want to know. The only reason I came with was just to get rid of Harvey and nothing else. Don't think too much."

After saying that, Stanley stretched out his hand to close the door and said faintly, "Good night."

Outside, Rebecca stared at the closed door, and her body was trembling. She stood there for a long time.

The next day.

Stanley and the others came to the hotel designated by Harvey. Upon reaching his room, Stanley gave Rebecca a sign to knock on the door.

Taking a deep breath, Rebecca nodded, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Three sounds rang out as they quietly waited.

Not long after, footsteps could be heard from the door. After a while, the door was opened. Seeing this, Stanley exerted all his strength and kicked the door open with one foot. With a "Bang", Stanley entered the room and pressed down the person who fell to the ground.

Terrified, Rebecca did not let out a sigh of relief until Stanley cuffed him. She then immediately rushed over and asked loudly, "Harvey Wells, where is my son? Where is he?"

The man lying on the ground did not move.

He gasped for his breath and did not say a word.

Something was wrong.