Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley)

Liam smirked. "What's wrong? Are you still thinking about your first love? You're already married. This is unfair to your wife."

"Thud!"

It was the sound of the punch hitting on someone's body.

Liam stumbled as he took a hard hit, and the taste of blood began to spread slowly in his mouth, stimulating every nerve in his body.

Stanley's cold and bloodthirsty voice sounded, "If you're not afraid of death and want to play, I'll play with you to the end. If you don't believe me, you can try it now. I'll give you another shot and see if there's someone to save you now like what happened in the past!"

"Ah..."

Liam wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and stood up straight. "Then you better keep an eye on your sweet wife. Don't be like Rebecca, who betrayed you and threw herself at me."

Stanley's cold eyes gave off a cold light, veins popping up on his forehead, and his halfilluminated face cold as a glacier.

In the end, he turned around and said before leaving, "Liam Frazier, you better watch out."

In the ghastly dim light, Liam squinted at Stanley's back, a wry smile pasting on his lips. After a while, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood off the side of his mouth.

When Sharon returned to the room, it was empty and she had no idea where Melody went.

She sat on the sofa in a daze for a while, the scene in the restroom stubbornly lingering in her mind.

Women were sometimes petty and oversensitive, and she was no exception. There was a big difference between seeing Stanley and Jewel hugging each other on TV and seeing them cuddling with her own eyes.

Feeling a little disgusting in her stomach, she took a sip of liquor.

If it hadn't been for the sudden ringing of her cell phone, she would have been watching the erotic action for real.

"Are they still doing it now?"

She felt her temples throbbing uncomfortably. She forced herself not to think about it, so she could only drink to distract her attention.

At the same time, she tried her best to ignore the faint pain and the feeling of depression in her chest.

She didn't want to think about what this feeling represented...

Melody came back from the outside. When she opened the door of the box, she was shocked. "Sharon, are you crazy?"

The tea table was filled with empty bottles to the brim. She didn't know how many bottles Sharon had drunk.

"I've only been out for a while. Why did you drink so much?" Melody went to grab the beer bottle from Sharon's hand. "How can you drink so much? Are you out of your mind?"

Sharon pointed at her and asked, "Melody, why are there two of you?"

Melody touched her forehead and huffed, "Well, she is indeed drunk."

Originally, they were out to celebrate her success in the job application and have some fun, but she had never thought about getting drunk.

"Let's go. I'll take you home. Stop drinking already."

Melody held Sharon up and was about to leave when Sharon grabbed her hand and screamed, "I still want to drink. I bought all this with my money. I can't waste them!" Little miser always knew not to waste a penny of her money!

"Okay, alright. It's not a waste of money. I'll ask the waiter to pack these for us. Let's go out first."

Sharon tilted her head and thought about it for a while. As if feeling that the method was feasible, she nodded obediently and said, "Okay, Melody. I'll take your word for it." "Behave yourself then. Don't vomit on me."

Melody was really afraid that Sharon would vomit as Sharon's face twisting in an uncomfortable grimace.

As soon as they walked out of the room, Melody cursed quietly as she saw a person coming from a distance in the corridor. She lowered her head and walked against the wall to avoid being seen by that person.

But things didn't go as she expected.

"Hey, Melody?"

Melody donned a pretentious smile and said, "Hey, Cohen. I didn't recognize you just now."

Melody worked part-time at this bar, and the manager was interested in her and tried to take advantage of her countless times, both overtly and covertly. Every time, Melody was smart enough to avoid him. If it weren't for the salary, she would have beaten the lecher up.

Cohen's small eyes darted around as he said, "Is this your friend? Did she drunk too much? Come on, let me help you. I'll help carry her out."

This girl was as beautiful as Melody. He didn't expect that he was so lucky today to bump into two girls. He wouldn't let go of this good opportunity this time. He must try out these fair and delicate college students.

"No thanks, Manager Hill!"

Melody refused him righteously.

Cohen put up a kind act but in fact, he tried to grab Sharon by force. "Don't be so polite to me. Don't you believe in me?"

Melody was a girl after all, and she was not as strong as a man. Besides, Sharon was blackout drunk. She would hug anyone who hugged her.

As soon as Cohen touched her, Sharon actually took the initiative to go straight into Cohen's arms!

Melody rolled her eyes angrily.

Cohen felt a passionate ripple in his heart. Young girls were the best. Her skin was smooth to the touch, and the refreshing body odor was soul-stirring.

After sending Jewel home, Anthony came back. At first glance, he was shocked to see Sharon hugging the fat man, so he quickly strode toward the second floor.

A few men were sitting at a poker table in the VIP room. The other two men were Stanley's childhood friends.

Howard Perkins was a doctor and was the head of the top hospital in the city at a young age. He took out his mobile phone and clicked his tongue. "Jewel is criticized again. The news said that she advances in her career by sleeping around. She slept with the director, the actors, and basically everyone."

After that, he glanced at Stanley, who was smoking by the side. The misty smoke covered his face, and no one could tell his emotions.

Howard originally wanted to gossip, but Stanley didn't blurt a word as if he didn't hear him.

He shifted his gaze to Jimmy Hudson and asked him quietly, "What's going on between him and Jewel? Is he really going to marry her?"

Jimmy flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand and asked instead, "Do you know Jensen Russell?"

"Of course. He was Stanley's comrade- inarms who died on the front line during a mission." At this point, Howard thought of something and immediately said, "Jensen Russell, Jewel Russell... They both share the same last name. What's their relationship?"

Jimmy puffed at his cigarette and said, "They are siblings."

Howard came to a sudden realization about the true state of the relationship Jewel had with Stanley for so many years. He had assumed that Stanley had a crush on a little celebrity and was going to marry her.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened. Anthony strode in, went directly to Stanley, and whispered, "Mr. Jones, I saw Madam on the first floor."

Stanley did not even raise his eyes. "I know."

"Huh?" Anthony was a little surprised. "You know that your wife is here, and she's being taken advantage of?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Stanley's dark eyes swept over to him. "What did you just say?"

His sharp gaze forced Anthony's palms to sweat. "When I came back, I saw Madam being held by a man on the first floor. Madam seemed to be drunk..."

Before he could finish, Stanley who was sitting on the chair suddenly got up. When he passed by Anthony, his voice was as sharp as a knife. "Anthony Charles, you learned nothing after working for me for so many years!"

Anthony was stunned, wondering what he had done wrong.

Stanley had already left the room with large strides.