Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley) novel Chapter 446

Stanley's expression froze.

His words were so obvious that it was normal for her to notice it.

However, other people would just pretend that they didn't know it, right? Why would she choose to ask him in such a direct manner?

Did he really need to make it clear?

Following a sigh, he sat down beside the bed and nodded. "Yes, I don't like you talking about Shawn."

Stunned, she asked, "Why?"

"Now that you have nothing to do with him, why are you still thinking about him?" he said indifferently as he reached out to tuck her in.

Staring at him blankly, she said, "But... he died for me."

Since he had died for her, she felt she owed him life and couldn't ignore it.

"He should have been dead. It's just a good time for him to die. Why do you feel guilty?"

Ill II

Just then, Stanley leaned over and grasped her with his dark eyes. "I know that you are now in a period of guilt, so I don't care about it. I will give you time to adjust your thoughts, but it shouldn't be too long. After you are discharged from the hospital, you must completely forget about Shawn. Do you hear me?"

He was so overbearing that she was shocked.

Looking down, she said, "I have a question."

"Ask away."

"You really couldn't find his body?"

"Yes, you're right."

"Then I have one more request."

Furrowing his brows, he nodded and replied, "Fine, tell me."

"After I am discharged, I want to buy him a graveyard. I can't let him die in another country; there has to be a place to accommodate his body."

It was a reasonable request, so Stanley agreed to it after thinking for a moment. "I'll do it. Don't worry about it. Just take good care of yourself."

As Sharon made an affirmative hum, she quietly pushed his hand away and tried to rest. After Stanley pinched the space between his eyebrows, he reached out his hand to help her, but she rejected it gently. "Go and do your work. I can do it

myself. I need to sleep now."

Standing by the bed, he looked at her for a long time without uttering a single word.

Since he planned to take care of her, he didn't go back when he tonight.

Although she stayed in a VIP room with a good environment, the ward still had a strong smell of medicine, which was definitely not as comfortable as home.

"Why don't you go home? There're nurses here, and I can take care of myself," uttered Sharon who looked at the man taking off his jacket.

Upon hearing this, Stanley walked toward her and asked, "Did you have a fever again? Why are you talking nonsense now?"

That made Sharon speechless.

She was worried about him. Did he not know that?

"Do you want to take a shower?" Stanley sat on the bed and asked her.

Why not? During the week when she was in a coma, her body had probably never been washed properly. She felt that there was a smell on her body, which was itching badly, so she wanted to take a shower very much. Nonetheless, since Stanley had never mentioned it before, she thought that she was not allowed to take a bath.

"Am I allowed to bathe?" Sharon immediately sat up straight.

"It should be okay." Stanley lifted the blanket and let her sit on a shorter chair. He then rolled up his sleeves and went to the bathroom. "Sit here and wait for me."

Well, what was he going to do?

Shouldn't she go to the bathroom to take a bath?

Just then, he walked out of the bathroom with a... pail in his hand.

The next day.

When Sharon woke up, she was the only one in the ward. Stanley's bed was laid neatly, and no one knew where she had gone.

As she lied on the bed in a daze, she began to dream again. In her dream, she saw Shawn again...

Sharon couldn't figure out why, for two days in a row, she would dream about Shawn? Could it be that she still couldn't forget him?

His death was really a big blow to her, but why did she dream of him? Both of them even...

Sharon didn't dare to think further as her heart was pounding crazily in her chest.

Even after Stanley returned from the outside world, she was so guilty that she did not dare to look into his eyes. She clearly loved Stanley, yet she was with another man in her dreams...

Stanley's eyes were sharp, so he quickly noticed Sharon's abnormal behavior. "What's wrong?"

Sharon did not dare to say anything and only shook her head. "It's nothing."

"You look very tired."

"1-1 didn't sleep well."

"Didn't sleep well? Or did you dream too much?" Stanley looked at her calmly without saying anything.

For a moment, the ward was in a silent awkwardness.

When Ariah came to the hospital, she saw Stanley in the smoking area. Clad in a black coat, he was sitting on a bench and smoking silently. Amongst the group of men, he looked especially striking.

Following a cough, Ariah frowned as she walked in front of the man. The smoke caused her to cough, "Why aren't you guarding the ward?"

While staring at her, Stanley replied, "Seamus and

Sadie are here, so she's playing with them."

Oh, was that why he came alone to smoke? Ariah then sat down beside him and said, "With regard to Sharon's problem, I have come up with two ideas."