Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 133

Stanley kicked the door close and pressed Sharon firmly against the door.

There were only the two of them in the room. He was huffing at her, making her heart beat wildly.

Stanley pinched her chin and lifted her little face. "I just helped you, and this is how you repay me? How could you repay me like this? Cold-shoulder me, huh?"

Sharon shrank under the gaze of his dark eyes and muttered, "Who needs your help? I can solve the problem by myself..."

"Oh really?"

His eyebrows twitched. This rebellious girl.

Sharon pursed her lips and reluctantly comforted him, "Alright, fine. Thank you, my dear brave husband, for helping me, the damsel in distress, from the scums."

"That's all?"

Sharon stared at him, dumbfounded.

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Of course, it was not enough!

Stanley looked into her eyes and saw through her mind. There was a mischievous smile in his eyes as he leaned toward her pink lips and kissed her heavily.

Hmm...

He had been thinking about doing this for a long time!

Sharon was both seductive and sexy tonight. The thin piece of clothing on her made him want to jump on her at any minute.

He may look serious and stern on the outside, but in fact, he had already practiced many times in his mind to strip off her clothes...

Sharon put her hands on his chest, and her body trembled under his control. She began to feel out of breath, but she knew that she couldn't mess around here.

She hammered his chest with her soft and weak little hands. Stanley grabbed her hand, continued kissing her again and again before letting her go. He said while panting, "I won't do anything to you here. Don't worry!"

Even if he wanted to, he needed to take account of the occasion.

Sharon took a few deep breaths and immediately diverted his attention by asking, "How do you know that Cecilia and Lilian sneaked in here?"

"You need to bring a plus-one for tonight's banquet. When Cecilia and her friend were surrounded, no men came to save them from embarrassment, which meant that they must have come by themselves."

Many influential and successful figures attended this kind of banquet, and some women who wanted to hook with such guys would definitely come to try their luck.

No wonder!

Sharon suddenly realized that his observation ability was simply too terrifying.

"But you..." Stanley fiddled a strand of her long hair with his fingers, and his eyes were burning. "I'm impressed."

Her counterattack was very remarkable, becoming more and more like his style.

"Are you praising me?" Sharon widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Huh?"

"Haha, I'm happy."

Stanley sighed.

"Alas, I married a silly girl," he thought.

Although he thought so, there was a smile in his eyes.

After getting out of the room, Stanley took her inside. It was obviously quieter than the first floor, and there were fewer women. Even if there were women, they were charming and polite.

Besides, it was less crowded and gossipy than the guests on the first floor.

Not all were qualified to go up the second floor as only certain people were allowed here.

"There are some big shots on the second floor which those people on the first floor are strictly prohibited. I'm going to see several business partners. You can take a rest over there. No one will disturb you. If you're hungry, you can ask the waiter to take it for you."

"Okay." Sharon nodded obediently.

After settling her down, Stanley left directly.

Sharon sat on the sofa in the lounge and looked at the night view outside. The balcony was in a semi-enclosed area, where no one could see her nor make a scene here. She could rest here and even take a short nap.

The night breeze was very comfortable. Thinking of this, Sharon slowly closed her eyes.

She was half-awake when she felt a warm touch on her lips. Thinking that it was Stanley, she muttered, "Stop it..."

Not only did the person not stop but the kiss was also getting more and more insatiable.

There was a sense of unfamiliarity in terms of the odor and the touch.

Sharon abruptly woke up and a layer of sweat appeared on her back as she saw a man pressing down on her body.

Furious and shocked, she struggled by waving her hand to hit the man. He reached out to grab her wrist and raised his face to speak. His voice was low and hoarse like a drum, beating Sharon's heart.

"Sharon, it's me."

Sharon widened her eyes and stopped breathing.

Shawn!

It was him!

Why was he here?

Sharon looked at him in a daze. Shawn smiled and said, "I looked for you but I couldn't find you. I thought I was wrong when I saw you here, but here you are. You are really here."

He was about to go down when he glimpsed the hem of the fiery red dress that attracted his attention. Seeing her sleeping under the moonlight like sleeping beauty, he couldn't help kissing her.

This kiss was so sweet and gentle that he couldn't help himself. Eventually, he kissed her so hard that it woke her up.

Sharon reached out to push him, but he wouldn't budge, so she growled in a low voice, "Shawn, get up!"

Shawn looked into her eyes. "Sharon, you are very beautiful tonight..."

Sharon grimaced in anger. "Did you hear me? Get up! If you don't get up, I'll call someone!"

They were all well- known people here, and Shawn certainly would not want to embarrass himself.

Shawn looked at her obsessively as if he didn't hear her. "Sharon, are you still mad at me?"

"Let me go!"

Sharon began to struggle and resist, but her strength was no match for his.

Infuriated, she raised her hand and swung toward him.

Shawn frowned, and he reached out his hand to grab her wrist. "Do you want to slap me?"

Sharon was startled by the expression in his eyes. Shawn saw her scared gazes and immediately loosened his grip, reaching over and wanting to touch her cheek. "Sharon..."

"Don't touch me!"

Sharon slapped him out of reflex.

There was a loud slapping noise.

As Shawn was slapped, blue veins popped out on his forehead, and there was a frigidness in his eyes.

Sharon slapped him pretty hard that her palm was numb. She curled up in the corner of the sofa and looked straight at him with a little vigilance.

After a while, Shawn slowly stood up with a deep look in his eyes. "If slapping me can relieve your anger, come on, slap me how many times you want."

Sharon bit her lip. "If you hadn't offended me, I wouldn't have slapped you!"

"Offended you?" Shawn smiled with a bitter smile. "Is it an offense to kiss my own girlfriend?"

Sharon shouted back, "Shawn Lewis, I am not your girlfriend!"

They were over a long time ago!

"You have always been my girlfriend in my heart." Shawn looked straight at her. "I love you and I will only love you for the rest of my life."

It didn't matter whether they said he was stubborn or abnormal, but in short, he didn't want anyone in his life but Sharon.

Sharon looked at him incredulously and wondered what he was thinking.

They were over back in the day.

She still missed him a little because of the sibling's affection for him. She regarded him as her brother for four years. During those four years, he was always there with her every time her parents quarreled with each other.

In her heart, there was nothing else other than the sibling's affection for him.

To her surprise, Shawn's feelings for her didn't diminish over the years. On the contrary, it became more and more intense. She could see it in his eyes...

She stood up, pursed her lips, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I'm invited to this banquet." Shawn looked straight at her.

Sharon looked at Shawn in confusion. Only the rich and powerful were invited to this banquet. He was just a little beggar back then. They hadn't met each other for a few years. Who was he now?

Sharon looked up at the man in front of her.

The sense of youthfulness was no longer on him. Now that Shawn was a mature man, he was no longer the young and naive man he used to be.

No matter what he had become, she had nothing to do with him.

No matter how beautiful or cruel her memory of the past was, she would not miss it.

"If so, enjoy the banquet. I have something else to attend to, so excuse me..."

Before she could finish her words, Shawn walked over to her and interjected, "Why are you here? Who is that man?"

Peter said that everyone needed to bring a plus-one to this banquet. She dressed up so beautifully. Who had come with her?

Sharon looked at him with a blank expression. "It doesn't matter who I'm with. What's important is that I have already made things clear with you in the hospital last time."

Shawn looked at her with a frown.

"I got a rich sugar daddy to take care of me. These are facts. It's impossible for us to be together," Sharon explained word by word.

Shawn donned an indifferent expression. "I don't care."

He didn't care?

Sharon frowned. It was impossible. Shawn was a male chauvinist; how could he not care about it?

She said those things in order to make him misunderstand that she had a sugar daddy. It would definitely hurt his self-esteem that he would definitely look down on her and would definitely not look for her ever again...

But he said he didn't care!

"Do you think I'm lying to you?"

With only one look, Shawn could see the thoughts in her heart. They had been together for so many years, so he knew her very well.

When he walked over, Sharon subconsciously stepped back until she leaned against the railing and there was no way to retreat. Only then did she stop.

"Sharon!" Shawn called her name loudly, holding her waist with his powerful big hand, and announced overbearingly, "I said I don't care! I don't care if you have a sugar daddy, or you're married, or you have a child. I simply don't care!"

Sharon widened her eyes and couldn't believe what she had heard.

He must be crazy!

Shawn grabbed her wrist and took her out.

"Let's leave this place together!"

Outside the balcony, in the living room.

Several men in suits and leather shoes sat together. They were all businessmen and talked about some business matters. Stanley couldn't focus as his mind was all on Sharon.

He wondered if she was bored after leaving her alone.

He could only see a corner of the balcony from where he was, and he couldn't see the person inside.

Curious, he wanted to go and take a look at her, but the people stopped him. "Mr. Jones, you haven't spoken much for the whole night. What are you thinking about?"

Another person answered, "He must be missing his plus-one. When I came up, I saw him bring a beautiful lady with him. At this moment, I bet his mind is all over the beautiful lady."

As for their teasing, Stanley just smiled faintly, neither denying nor admitting. "Go on." Everyone couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so they began to talk about other things.

Somehow, the topic diverted to Shawn when a man sitting in the corner spoke.