Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 8

Sharon snorted unhappily. She abhorred people who were neat freaks.

How could one eat stir-fried noodles without chili and garlic?

Did it smell so bad?

Why couldn't she smell it?

Did he have a dog's nose?

He could have just stopped her from getting into the car if he didn't like the smell. What's the point of disdaining her after letting her into the car? She hadn't despised him for being as cold as a mobile air conditioner.

B*stard!

Sharon cursed the man inside her heart.

Bang.

The car swerved violently again, causing Sharon to hit her head against the glass.

"What's with Anthony's driving skill? Does he have a grudge against me?" Sharon's face twisted in a painful grimace.

"Anthony!" Stanley growled with a hint of warning as his face darkened. He glanced at Sharon's reddish forehead.

Anthony was about to cry. "Boss, there are a lot of electric bikes on the road that don't obey the traffic rules. I can only swerve reflexively to avoid them when they suddenly come out to the road. It's not my fault..."

Then, he looked at Sharon and said, "Madam, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

Sharon rubbed the place where she had been hit. "It's okay. It's not your fault."

"Madam, you're very considerate."

"Haha..." Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Sharon could only laugh as the flattery was thrown her way.

Sharon, whose self- esteem was greatly damaged, rushed upstairs as soon as she reached home to brush her teeth violently in the bathroom and spray a mouthful of breath freshener. Only then did she feel much better.

Since there was no one in the bedroom, and Stanley didn't come upstairs, she quietly came to the bedside, lying on the ground, and took out a box from under the bed.

Inside the box was her diary.

She had the habit of writing a diary and this habit had persisted for many years.

Just as she kept away the money she earned today, someone knocked on the door of the room. "Madam?"

It was Hazel West.

Sharon answered and went to open the door.

"Madam, what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing." Sharon took Hazel's arm intimately. "Hazel, what did Young Master do in the past? His character is so unlikable. How did you come by all these years?"

He was invective and always donned a cold expression. No one could stand him.

How did Jewel Russell fall for this kind of man?

Hazel pinched Sharon's nose, feeling both helpless and amused. "Young Master used to be a soldier for many years. He is indeed a little unapproachable and reserved, but he is not as bad as you think."

Sharon was curious. "Stanley used to be in the army?"

"Yes."

How did the tough military officer change into an overbearing president?

Sharon was intrigued by the topic. "Then, why did your Young Master suddenly become a profiteer... Eh, no, I mean, why did he venture into the business world all of a sudden?"

"Shush! What do you mean by 'your Young Master'? He's your husband!"

Sharon couldn't find it in herself to use the word "husband".

She blushed. "Was he in some kind of trauma? Or was he discharged from the military because of his age?"

It was quite a broad gap going from being a soldier to being an overbearing president.

If it weren't for Miss Rebecca Lambert, Young Master would not have changed his life track...

Reminiscing the past, Hazel sighed in her heart, but she smiled faintly and said, "There are some things that we servants shouldn't gossip about. If you are curious, you can ask the Young Master directly."

Sharon stared at Hazel for a moment and smiled. Then, she changed the topic. "I'm hungry. Hazel, do you think the meal is ready? Let's go downstairs quickly."

Hazel looked at the cheeky girl with a beam.

This was one of the reasons why she adored Sharon. Sharon was clever and sharp, and she was good at reading people's minds. She would never ask questions that she shouldn't ask, nor would she pursue them to the very end.

"You are very smart. Young Master will like you."

Hazel said.

Sharon lowered her eyes and said nothing.

It was not that she was smart, but because she knew her place. Despite the fact that she and Stanley were lawfully-wedded husband and wife, they were worse than strangers.

She didn't even have the right to meddle in his business nor did she dare to do so.

She would keep a low profile and try her best to be a good wife who only needed to give her body to him like a puppet.

Sharon had always kept this in mind.