Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 41

Stanley looked toward the direction where Anthony was looking and pointing, and sure enough, he saw Sharon rushing towards them.

As soon as she got close to the car, she opened the door of the car in a hurry, panting and sweating, looking rather flustered.

Sharon patted the back of Anthony's seat and said, "Anthony, hurry and leave."

Anthony started the car, but he drove very slowly as there were a lot of pedestrians.

Sharon shrank her body under the window as if she was avoiding something and dared not look outside. Anthony laughed and asked, "Madam, what's wrong?"

She peeked out of the window and blurted, "Nothing. I saw my manager just now, and I don't want him to see me get into such an expensive car to avoid misunderstanding."

Troy followed her as soon as she came out of the room, but fortunately, she ran so fast that he didn't see her getting into Stanley's car.

It would be hard for her to explain herself otherwise.

Stanley, who was sitting next to her, squinted slightly.

"Is she so afraid of being spotted getting into his car? She is hiding like a thief! Why? Is he so unpresentable?"

Stanley thought, frustrated.

His expression gloomed very quickly, and the air of frigidness started to exhume from his body.

Sharon rubbed her shoulders and mumbled, "Why is it suddenly so cold..."

Anthony did not hear her whispering. He looked at her profusely sweating face and tenderly handed over a tissue. "Madam, please use this to wipe some sweat."

"Thank you." Sharon took it.

Anthony smiled and said, 'Are you sweating because you saw your acquaintance and was hiding from him?"

"No. Didn't he say that he only gave me a minute to come down here? I couldn't wait for the elevator, so I had to use the stairs. I was so tired."

Sharon rolled her eyes and secretly criticized Stanley.

Anthony swallowed awkwardly.

Their car left slowly, but there was a pair of eyes not far from the car that looked at it motionlessly, with a shocked expression.

"Cecilia, what are you looking at?" Lilian Wilson reached out and waved in front of her friend.

Cecilia Casey fixed her gaze at the car in the distance. "Lily, did you see the car that drove away just now?"

"Yeah. Tsk, tsk. That car is so cool. It looks like a military vehicle. Did you see its license plate? Ordinary people can't get this kind of number plate."

Cecilia glanced at her friend and asked, "How do you know military vehicles?"

Lilian smiled and said, "My brother is in the military. I've heard of it, and I think I've seen that car in the military magazine."

"Really?" Cecilia's eyes filled with more skepticism. "How does she end up with such a powerful big shot? What a shameless b*tch."

"She? Who is she?"

Cecilia huffed disdainfully, "Who else? She is my mom's daughter with her ex- husband. Two years ago, I heard that her dad had an accident and was in a vegetative state ever since. She shamelessly went to my mom to ask for money."

"Poor relatives are very troublesome. They always put up a pitiful act when they don't have money, and they'll always come back to you if you lend them money once. She may go to your house again, watch out."

Cecilia smiled coldly and said, "We would rather give our money to beggars than to her!"

Nonetheless, she was quite surprised, wondering if Sharon really hooked up with a rich man.

She obviously saw Sharon get into the luxury car with her own eyes just now.

On their way home, Sharon had a pleasant conversation with Anthony where they talked and laughed.

Sitting next to Sharon, Stanley's brows knitted in annoyance as their laughter echoed into his ears continuously.

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and huffed through his thin lips, "Shut up! Get out if you make any more noise!"

Sharon stared at him, dumbfounded.

Anthony was startled.

They exchanged glances from the rearview mirror, and Sharon signaled with her eyes as if she was saying, "What's wrong with him?"

Sharon did not understand what he meant. "What?"

The man raised his leg again. "Change my slippers."

D*mn!

Did he literally block her at the door simply because he wanted her to change his slippers?

Was he a giant baby? Did he need help in changing shoes?

Gritting her teeth, she wanted to resist his domineering command for some unknown reason. "Don't you know how to change it yourself?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly. "You don't want to change it?"

Sharon decided not to back down. "Yes, I don't want to change them for you!"

As he put down his arms, Stanley stood up straight and looked down at Sharon who was only as tall as his chest. His deep eyes narrowed with a dash of surprise flashing across them. She had always been well-behaved and would never resist his instruction.

Every time when he slept with her, he could feel the stiffness of her body including her reluctance. However, as long as he frowned and showed his displeasure, she immediately shifted into an engaged mode on her own accord. She would hook his neck and offer him her kisses as if she was afraid that he would be unhappy.

People with this kind of character were placid, easy to handle, and even easy to control.

Having spent the past year with her, she was really as he had expected. She was obedient to him and at ease with him. She had no temper and was very easy to be controlled.

But now...

He realized that he was wrong. The mild-mannered Sharon who was easy to be controlled was gone. Now, she became the woman who was out of his control as she stubbornly lifted her chin.

Stanley frowned and found that the person he could control was suddenly out of control today.

It did not feel good at all.

Men who were used to giving orders couldn't stand the power slipped away from their hands.

Thinking of this, Stanley raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"