Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 142

Peter did not know how to comfort Ayana.

Ayana gritted her teeth and turned her face away, ignoring him.

Sharon sat there in a daze. Her mind was in a mess with countless questions. Who was Ayana? Why did they look so alike? What was her relationship with Shawn...

But she couldn't get any of these questions out of her mind.

What she was most worried about now was when Shawn could be safe.

"Miss Cruz, since Young Master's surgery went so well, he will be fine. Why don't you go back, have a good shower, and then have a good rest for a night? If there is any news here, I will inform you at once."

Sharon shook her head. "I'm fine. I'll wait here and not go anywhere."

"Uh..."

Peter was at the end of his rope.

He wondered why the fragile- looking girl could be so stubborn.

He sighed and said, "Miss Ayana, you too. You didn't rest all night, and you're quite dirty. Why don't you go back..."

"Don't worry about me."

Similarly, he was rejected before he could finish his sentence.

Peter simply shrugged and ignored them; he couldn't mind their business if he wanted to anyway.

In another ward.

Howard stayed up all night. He was supposed to rest during the day, but when he thought of the man in the ward, he had no mood to rest.

After drinking a cup of coffee, he walked to the ward with a frown.

At the same time, the nurse came out of the ward, but her face was pale and her expression was not very good.

Howard stopped. "What's wrong?"

The nurse pointed to the ward. "Dr. Perkins, why is your friend so fierce? I wanted to measure his temperature, but he glared at me with his sloomy face and smashed my thermometer. I'm scared."

Howard offered a few words of comfort to ease the nurse's anxiety.

Before entering, Howard thought of something and asked, "By the way, has someone come?"

The nurse shook her head. "No. No one has come to see him since he was admitted last night."

Howard waved his hand, indicating that he knew and the nurse left.

He stood at the door and sighed. "Well, he wouldn't be so pissed if someone came to see him."

After pushing the door open and entering, Stanley, who was lying on the bed, was dressed in the hospital gown. It was a simple blue-and-white gown yet it made him look more charming than his usual outstanding self.

Howard cleared his throat and walked over. "How are you feeling today? Is there any discomfort?"

Stanley put one hand on his forehead and didn't move at all.

Howard took out a thermometer from his pocket. "You can't fool around now. You had a fever all night yesterday. 40 degree! I already had you on IV drips for a whole night. If the fever doesn't go down today, it will be a big problem."

Howard walked over to him and said as if he was coaxing a child, "Be good, let me measure your temperature..."

"Do you want to die?"

Stanley said with his hoarse voice as he put down his hand and revealed a pair of cold eyes.

Howard rolled his eyes and said, "I am a doctor, and you are a patient. Don't act like a girl. Let me measure your temperature, or I won't tell you the news about Sharon!"

Stanley frowned and looked at him coldly.

Howard threatened him, "Do you want me to do my job or not?"

He was confident that Stanley would submit to him when he dragged Sharon into this.

After a while, Stanley reached out his hand. "Give it to me."

Howard grinned triumphantly, but he deliberately asked, "What do you want?"

Stanley narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, fine, I'll give it to you." Howard didn't dare to tease him. Even if he was sick, the look in his eyes was eerily scary. "Measure yourself. I want to see if the temperature has dropped."

Stanley put the thermometer under his armpit and asked in a low voice, "Did she stay there all night?"

"Yes." Howard nodded. "I heard some doctors say that she didn't sleep all night. She stood at the door of the operating room in the middle of the night, and then stood in front of ICU all night."

After a pause, he added, "The man that your wife was watching didn't die. His surgery was a success."

Stanley lowered his eyes with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. "She's so loyal and affectionate for watching him for so long!"

Howard couldn't bear to see him being hurt like this, so he sighed and comforted him, "Don't think too much. Maybe... she feels sorry for him."

She wouldn't react like this if she felt sorry for him.

He didn't believe that Sharon had no feelings for Shawn. He could see from her eyes that the person Sharon liked was Shawn. Without a word, Stanley looked ahead silently, his handsome face showing some sharp edges.

Three minutes later, Stanley took out the thermometer. When Howard took it over and looked at it, he frowned.

The body temperature hadn't dropped yet.

It was a little troublesome.

'Get out. I want to rest."

Stanley kicked him out impatiently as he closed his eyes again.

Howard pursed his lips and glanced at the sick man lying in the middle of the empty ward, looking rather lonely and pitiful.

Keeping the thermometer in his pocket, Howard's face darkened. Without saying a word, he turned around and went out.

He went straight to the fifth floor and came to the ICU. From a distance, he saw a woman sitting on the ground.

Howard walked over with no expression on his face and came to Sharon. He said directly to her, "Get up."

Sharon, who was sitting on the ground, heard the sound and looked up.

She looked so pathetic now. Her face was swollen and her clothes were disheveled as if she had been abused overnight.

Howard looked at her indifferently without any sympathy.

In fact, he wanted to scold her.

Did she know what she was doing now?

Everyone was guarding in this ward. On the contrary, no one was with Stanley!

As Stanley's wife, Sharon should be with him, shouldn't she?

The heartless Howard felt somewhat indignant on behalf of the taciturn Stanley.

"Didn't you hear me? I told you to get up!"

Howard emphasized his tone, sounding impatient. "Come with me!"

With this, he reached out his hand to pull the woman who was sitting on the ground up.

Peter stopped him. "Doctor, please respect her. She doesn't want to go with you!"

"Who are you? F*ck off!" Howard didn't have the time to argue with anyone else.

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"Dr. Perkins." Sharon stood up against the wall and interrupted their argument. She looked at Howard quietly and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Howard sneered, "Where else?"

Sharon frowned.

"Stanley almost went to the operating room last night. Now he's lying in the ward with a high fever. You have the f*cking heart to watch the man who has nothing to do with you, yet you leave your sick husband alone!"

Sharon's face turned pale and her body shook in surprise. "W-What's wrong with him?"

Howard smiled coldly. "It's not a big deal. He has two broken ribs, internal bleeding, emotional instability, and he has a fever of 40 degrees! Now he has tonsilitis too. If his fever doesn't come down soon, it can be very dangerous because it may fry his brain!"

Sharon's face was originally pale, but now when she heard what Howard said, her face turned even paler as if all blood were drained of her face. Her hands were shaking too.

Howard felt better after seeing such a reaction from her. "I heard about what happened last night. Sharon, you should have a conscience. Yes, the man inside did take a bullet for you regardless of his own safety, but didn't Stanley pay the price for you too?"

Yes, he did.

Of course, he did.

Sharon bit her lip, and his memory flooded in. She had seen how Stanley treated her last night.

But...

Looking back at the man lying in the ICU, she pursed her lips again.

Seeing the hesitation on her face, Howard exploded again, saying in a cold and sarcastic tone, "Okay, fine, you can't leave this man! Stay here then! Stanley is f*cking blind to like you!"

Sharon was stunned at first, and then she came to her senses. She jogged and caught up with him. "Dr. Perkins."

Howard rolled his eyes and ignored her.

Peter sighed and wanted to chase after them, but Ayana reached out and stopped him. "We don't need her here. Young Master is unconscious even if she stays here. Anyway, you heard what they said. Sharon is married and she has nothing to do with Young Master."

Peter sighed and stopped. He silently glanced at Shawn in the ward and felt sorry for him.

The woman in his heart was already married to another man.

What a brutal ending.

On the other hand, Sharon quickly caught up with Howard. Her dress was long, so as she tried to stride forward, she would stumble and almost fall down because she stepped on the hem of her dress several times.

Howard glanced at the shadow behind him from the corner of his eye, and the anger on his face slowly subsided.

Thankfully, she was conscience enough to follow him here.

Otherwise, not to mention Stanley, even he, as an outsider, would be pissed off by her!

"Dr. Perkins, Dr. Perkins..."

Sharon called him a few times, but the man in a white coat walked forward, ignoring her.

Sharon was so angry that she called his name directly, "Howard Perkins!"

Howard turned around, squinted his eyes, and looked at her. "What's the matter?"

"Just now..." Sharon came up to him. Biting her lips, she asked in an embarrassing manner, "You said that Stanley... likes me?"

After asking, she was still uneasy. She held the hem of her skirt tightly, and her big eyes were full of jitters.

Howard arched his eyebrows. "I remember you told me that you won't like him, and you won't fall in love with him. In that case, why do you care so much about his feeling for you?"

Sharon was stunned, then she smiled bitterly and said, "Y-You're right. I'm too abrupt."

Howard looked at her face and said, "Does it mean that you actually like him..."

"No!"

Sharon ran away, lifting the hem of her dress.

Howard was startled at first, and then he looked at the back of a woman who ran away and burst into laughter.

They were such a pair of a couple who were more nice than wise.

When they arrived at the ward, Sharon stood at the door and did not enter.

Howard looked at her and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll just take a look from the outside. I can't do anything even if I go in anyway. You're a doctor. Please go in and check on him."

Sharon peeped at the man in the room who was lying on the bed quietly, breathing steadily.

She was a little afraid of entering, facing him, and pissing him off. She was most afraid that he would be angry.

Howard huffed out of annoyance, "Miss, if you don't go in, why do you follow me?"