Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 128

Sharon caught a cold.

Coming out of Jackson's house, she sneezed as soon as she got in the taxi.

Although Stanley looked disgusted, he stretched out his hand and pulled her to his side. He touched her forehead and scolded "Serve you right!"

Sharon pouted. She didn't argue with him because she couldn't win anyway.

"Don't go to the company. Go home and rest."

"I'm fine. I don't want to go home. Don't persuade me. I won't go back," Sharon said firmly.

Stanley frowned and looked at her with displeasure.

Sharon held his arm ingratiatingly and said with a bit of coquetry, "I'm really fine. Besides, I haven't been to the company for a few days. It's too much. I'm such a failed intern. My colleagues in the company should have some bad reviews about me by now."

"I've already asked Troy to deal with this matter."

Sharon was speechless. "... But you can't do this!"

Stanley felt a headache. Why didn't he find out that she was so stubborn before?

The driver looked at the lovey-dovey couple and smiled. "Where are you two lovebirds going?"

What did he mean by 'lovebirds'?

Sharon blushed timidly. She opened her mouth and was about to explain when Stanley started before her, "Jones Group."

"Wow, that's a big company. I can say it is the tycoon of the business circle in Beachmarsh City. Are you two working there?"

The driver was very enthusiastic and talkative. He had no idea though that his passenger was literally the boss of Jones Group.

Stanley was impatient and seemed to want him to shut up, yet Sharon grabbed his hand and glared at him as if trying to say with her eyes, "Don't bully the taxi driver."

Stanley glanced at her coldly and said nothing.

Rubbing her nose, Sharon found that Stanley was rather awkward to squeeze his tall body inside the small passenger seat of the taxi.

She couldn't help but giggle. "Where's your car?"

His charismatic car was spacious inside and was very comfortable to sit in. He was used to sitting in such a comfortable and roomy car seat that it was reasonable for him to not feel comfortable sitting in a smaller car like this.

Stanley leaned there with his eyes closed, huffing, "Last night, someone was so scared by the thunder that she trembled, held me tightly, and refused to let go. For one thing, I couldn't drive, and for another, I had to abandon the car and bring someone back to the nearest residence."

"Someone" felt a little embarrassed, and her memory slowly came back.

Last night, she was really scared. Stanley suddenly came over, which made her feel at ease. She remembered that when she threw herself into his arms, she really didn't want to leave it.

When they were 100 meters away from Jones Group, Sharon asked the driver to stop in a hidden corner, and Stanley followed her down with a gloomy face.

Sharon looked around like a sheepish thief and found that there was no acquaintance. "You go first, and I'll go later."

Looking at her sneaky action, Stanley laughed out of annoyance. "Is it because I am unpresentable or you are afraid of something?"

"Both." Sharon admitted honestly, "You are so high and mighty. If I want to continue to work in Jones Group, I can't let anyone know I know you, or my colleagues will surround and harass me for it. It will be even worse if the media photographs us together. They'll even dig into my family history and expose it!"

Sharon would definitely go crazy if this happened.

Stanley gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes on her for a few seconds, feeling a throbbing pain in his head. She was so sharp-tongued that he could not stand it.

Finally, he snorted softly and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Sharon curled her lip and ignored him. She took a deep breath and walked to the company.

As soon as she appeared in the office, Skye was the first to come over and care about her. "How is it, Sharon? Are you feeling well? Are you all right now?"

Sharon was startled.

"The manager said that you were in the hospital these days, which explained your absence. We are worried about you."

So this was what Stanley meant by asking Troy to take care of her matter.

Sharon had to brace herself to nod. "Yes, I'm fine now."

Her voice was muffled, and she had a clogged nose. In addition to that, her face was pale because she was in the rain last night, indicating that she was really sick these days.

Several other colleagues gathered around to express their concerns. Feeling very guilty, Sharon simply expressed her gratitude without saying much.

The manager asked her to come to his office. This time, his attitude was very different from the last time. He invited her to sit down in person and size her up while asking indirectly about the nature of her relationship with Troy.

The manager was probably skeptical of it since Troy came over to ask for leave on her behalf, making him wonder what kind of relationship did Sharon have with Troy.

Thinking of this, Sharon simply said that she happened to stumble upon Troy in the hospital, who was kind enough to apply for sick leave on her behalf.

The manager was dubious yet it was inappropriate to ask her directly.

Sharon was able to escape the tricky question this time.

As soon as she sat back in her seat, Skye came over to her. "Fusion Fortune Holdings called just now. They want us to go over there in the afternoon to discuss the contract and its progress."

Sharon frowned, reluctant to go. After last night, she didn't dare to spend time alone with Liam.

"Skye, I'm still not feeling well. Could you go with Janice? I'll take over when I'm feeling better, can I?"

Skye gave her a meaningful look. "Since you are not feeling, you should take a rest. But if you go..."

Speaking of this, Skye lowered her voice and said, "You know the boss of the company. If you go, it will be more simple and convenient to deal with them."

Sharon muttered awkwardly, "I really have nothing to do with Mr. Frazier..."

Skye just smiled.

Sharon felt that for a veteran like Skye, the more she explained, the more ambiguous it would sound, so she simply said nothing in the end.

A villa near the lake.

A graceful woman had been busy in the kitchen for nearly an hour. She finished preparing breakfast and was about to go upstairs when Peter came out of the bedroom.

"Young Master Shawn hasn't got up yet?"

The woman asked with a smile.

Peter looked at the second floor and said, "M-Miss Sharon, Let's go up together and have a look."

The woman smiled and said, "Sorry for the trouble."

Peter cleared his throat and said, "You're welcome, Miss Sharon."

After knowing Sharon Cruz's existence, Peter felt that it was strange to address her as Miss Sharon.

But he had been addressing her as such for so many years, so he didn't know what else he could address her as.

When they came to the bedroom, Peter said to the woman next to him, "Miss Sharon, please wait for a moment. I'll go in and have a look."

The woman smiled slightly. Her face was almost exactly the same as Sharon's.

Peter hurriedly looked away, pushed the door of the bedroom open, and went in.

The bedroom was dark and reek of alcohol. Peter's heart suddenly sank.

He came to the window and opened the curtain. The dazzling sunshine came in through the window and shone on the man on the sofa.

"Close it!"

Shawn scolded in a low voice.

Peter's shivered and slowly closed the curtains, but he didn't close them completely. He left a tiny gap open to let the sunlight in, but not as bright as earlier.

"Young Master, it rained all night yesterday. The weather is good today. Why don't you get up and bask in the sun?"

The man on the sofa closed his eyes and frowned, shouting angrily, "Get out!"

Peter sighed and went out silently.

The woman outside the door frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Young Master had one glass too many last night. Now he has a headache. You'd better not disturb him."

The woman had an exquisite mind. Hearing this, she suddenly understood a little. "He found her, didn't he?"

Peter replied vaguely, "I'm not so sure about it."

The woman lowered her eyes, smiled, and said nothing.

"Young Master plans to stay in Beachmarsh City for a while and won't go back to Cresthill in a short time. He still doesn't know that you're here, since you suddenly came yesterday."

The woman understood what Peter meant. "I'll go get the hangover medicine for him and will explain it to him later."

"The medicine is on the first floor. I'll show you where."

"Thank you."

Shawn had a dream; he dreamed of Sharon. Like in the past few years, he often dreamed of her, but this dream was different. She kept crying in his dream, complaining about why he left that year.

Her tears seemed to tear his heart apart. Shawn could not bear to see her cry, but her tears continued to flow. He was at a loss and held her into his arms.

"Sharon..."

Shawn murmured, "Don't cry, good girl, don't cry..."

He lowered his head and kissed her tears. Sharon did not push him away. Instead, she reached out and hugged him. Shawn's mood fluctuated. He hugged her tightly and pressed her under his body...

"Hiss... it hurts, Young Master..."

The woman's voice sounded which made Shawn suddenly jolt up. He opened his eyes and saw Sharon's small face appear in his sight, looking at him with grievance.

"Is it really you, Sharon?"

There was still confusion in Shawn's eyes, thinking that this was a dream.

The woman hugged him with a blush on her face. "It's me, Young Master Shawn."

Young Master Shawn?

Sharon would not address him like that!

Shawn's pupils suddenly contracted as he grabbed the woman's neck and growled, "You are not Sharon Cruz!"

As she was being strangled, the woman's face turned red instantly. Her eyes rolled back and looked like she was going to die at the next second. "Y-Young Master!"

Shawn suddenly came to his senses, retracted his hand, and got away from her.

After being able to breathe again, the woman took a few deep breaths. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Shawn recognized her. "Why are you here?"

The woman sat up from the sofa, her face a little pale. "I just came here from Cresthill yesterday."

After a pause, she explained again, "I brought some hangover medicine and was about to call you when you suddenly pulled me over, kissed me, and called me Sharon. I thought you wanted me... I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

Only then did she realize that Shawn had dreamed of the real Sharon.

He rubbed his eyebrows and felt a swelling pain in his head. Shawn leaned against the sofa, and his handsome face was full of pain.

The woman immediately got up, took some water and medicine, and fed them to Shawn. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. "I came to Beachmarsh City last night. When I came here, Peter said that you were sleeping, so I didn't come up to disturb you."

Shawn closed his eyes and did not speak.

The woman sighed, got up, and came behind him. She reached out her slender hands and pressed them against his frowning eyebrows.

Her movements were gentle and extremely comfortable.

Shawn's headache was not as serious as it was at the beginning.

"Peter said that you will stay in Beachmarsh City for a while longer, so what about Cresthill? You have just been in charge of the Lewis Family for a few years, and the people there are still not convinced. If you leave Cresthill at this time, I'm afraid there will be someone who is aiming..."

"What's your real name?"

Shawn interrupted her and suddenly asked.