Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 42

Sharon was a little frightened as she looked at Stanley's intimidating glances at her, but since she had already said what she had to say, it would be embarrassing if she changed her mind now!

"I don't want to change the slippers for you!"

He was not disabled anyway, so he could definitely change his slippers himself.

Stanley smiled, but his gaze remained stoic. "Do you remember who paid for your father's medical expenses, huh?"

The verbal warning seemed to be transformed into a poisonous snake that started crawling from her feet straight to her heart. She stood stiffly on the spot in fear and disbelief. She could never imagine that he would threaten her with this matter.

After a moment, she donned a sweet smile on her face as she slowly squatted down in front of Stanley like a maid.

After opening the shoe cabinet, Sharon took out a pair of slippers, put them beside his feet, and said hoarsely, "Are these slippers okay?"

Before he replied, she reached out to untie his shoelaces.

Blood drained from Sharon's face as she squatted in front of him. She was as pale as a ghost and it was an unpleasant look.

When she stubbornly resisted him just now, her eyes were shining like the brightest stars in the sky, and she looked exceptionally beautiful.

Now, her hands were trembling, and she seemed to be trying her best to restrain her emotions. Her eyes were red as if she would cry at any minute, yet she managed a smile on her face and asked

him obediently and sensibly about the slippers.

Such contrast was like a dagger that stabbed into his heart.

Her obedient and sensible behavior now was just like that night when she waited for him by the door. She took the initiative to run to the door and changed his shoes for him like a considerate wife.

She had done it that day, but why couldn't she do it today?

Would it kill her to oblige him once more? What was with that pitiful look and the bloodshot eyes?

Did he bully her?

All he did was regaining control and poking her weaknesses in the way he knew best, so as to make her surrender and compromise with the utmost efficiency.

He used the very same method in the business world. Was it wrong?

No! He was right!

Stanley who thought he was right should have asked her to put on his slippers indifferently and then walked away casually, but he began to feel restless and annoyed when he saw her pale face shaking under his eyes, and her slender hands were trembling slightly.

He couldn't bear to see her pale face, so he suddenly withdrew his leg and strode away.

Holding the shoes in her hand, she watched the quiet Stanley walk away, bewildered. After a while, she cursed under her breath, "What the hell is wrong with that b*stard?"

She was already so obedient. What else did he want?

She had never seen a b*stard like him before!

Gritting her teeth, Sharon came to the living room with the pair of slippers. The tall man sat on the sofa with his thick eyebrows knitted. He raised his hand and pulled his tie, looking a little upset.

Coming to him, Sharon said in a muffled voice, "Do you still want to change into your slippers?"

Was he still mad with her since he hadn't changed the slippers yet?

If he was angry, would he really walk the talk? She was terrified that he would not pay for her father's medical expenses anymore!

She had no ability to make a living yet, so she depended on him to take care of her father's bills.

She shouldn't have disobeyed him like that.

She shouldn't have refused his request on the spur of the moment.

It was just changing slippers. He didn't ask her to do something too much. Why did she refuse? Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Oh, Sharon. You're getting cockier and cockier now. Just because you have gotten closer to him recently, have you started to forget your role in this relationship and the real deal with him? The relationship between you and him will always be business. He pays to save your father; you sell your body and soul to make him happy."

She pinched herself and thought, realizing her role in front of him again.

She squatted down in front of him ingratiatingly and said, "Uh, let me help you change into these slippers. You've been out all day, and your feet must be stinky now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Stanley's lips twitched and his handsome face turned livid.

Sharon patted her mouth as a form of selfpunishment. "Don't be angry. I misspoke. Your Italian hand-made shoes are so expensive, they won't have a strange smell. Only a cheap pair of shoes

like mine has a strange smell. Don't mind me."

"What did I just say? Oh my god, why did I keep blurting such senseless remarks?" Sharon wanted to strangle herself for her mistake.

Stanley looked at her expressionlessly. The more he looked at her, the more irritated he became. The annoyance was not because he didn't want to see her, but he found that his feelings for her had gone beyond his control.

This was a dangerous sign.

As a result, Stanley had to be wary of her.

From the moment he married her, he knew for sure that he would not like her or have any feelings for her.

However...

Was his heart still the same as it was at the beginning?

He didn't dare to probe further because he was afraid that he couldn't accept the answer.

Therefore, he could only be indifferent to her.

After pushing her away, he got up and left with a cold face.

"Huh?"

Sharon was anxious. "Don't be like this, Mr. President!"

She knew that she was wrong, so she gave him an out, and he should just take it. What was with that nasty attitude now?

"Hey, Stanley, Mr. Jones, honey, hubby, don't be angry. I know I was wrong."

Sharon chased after him and called him by any address she could think of.

He went straight upstairs and ignored her.

Sharon rooted to the spot, frustrated. She was at a loss as she looked at his cool and indifferent back.

"I pissed off my patron. I'm screwed."

Alas.

Stanley was still angry the next day. Sharon pouted in dismay as she looked at the empty bed. He was definitely angry since he didn't sleep in their room for the whole night.

Today was the rest day, so Sharon didn't need to go to the office. She got up lazily and went to wash up.

As she passed by the study on her way downstairs, she deliberately pricked up her ears and listened. There was no sound at all. She wasn't sure whether he locked himself in the room or had gone out.

He used to live here occasionally, and he was not here for four or five days a week. Sharon thought that he either lived in Jewel's place or owned a house outside.

When she was having breakfast, she sighed slightly. What was the true nature of the relationship between her and Stanley anyway?

Husband and wife?

But he had a lover outside.

Were they strangers?

But they did the most intimate deed together.

Being in a loveless marriage was really troublesome. As a wife, even if she had to watch her husband "cheat" on her, she couldn't say anything.

"Madam, why are you sighing?"

Sharon regained her composure upon hearing Hazel's voice.

Sharon restrained her emotions and shook her head with a smile. "Nothing. Hazel, where is Stanley?"

"Mr. Jones went out early in the morning. You don't know?"

Sure enough, he went out.

Sharon bit her chopsticks and began to feel uneasy.

She was on pins and needles, so as soon as she finished her breakfast, she took out her mobile phone and called the hospital.

Zack was obviously surprised to receive her call. "Hello, Miss Cruz?"

"Hello, Dr. Dixon. I have something to ask you."

Sharon stammered.