Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 13

Stanley was intrigued all of a sudden. "Come on, ask away. No one has such honor and opportunity. You are the first."

All the major media in B City had invited him to do an interview, but he had rejected them all. If she was the one who sent him the invitation, he might have accepted it.

Sharon's eyes widened in disbelief and astonishment.

"Is he kidding?" she thought.

How could she interview him now? She was in her pajamas and a disgraceful mess.

To be honest, she didn't really want this honor.

Stanley stood like a statue and looked at her with arched eyebrows as if he was waiting for her question.

After composing herself, Sharon licked her lips and looked at him with a pair of big eyes. "You asked me to interview you, so don't regret it."

"I never regret doing anything."

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All the women in the world were gossipy, and Sharon was no exception.

He was a big shot with a distinguished status and extraordinary power. Anyone was curious to know what kind of woman had captured his heart.

She was curious as well.

However, upon hearing the question, he remained silent for a long time. There was a slight change in his expression; a hint of solemnness and coldness flashed across his eyes as he looked at her indifferently.

D*mn!

She touched his Archilles' Heels, didn't she?

She probably asked the wrong question.

He was clearly unhappy.

Sharon stammered, "Uh... you asked me to interview you..."

After a long while, Stanley asked, "Why do you want to know?"

Sharon shook her head, refusing to say anything.

He was the one who permitted her to interview him. But when she did, he got angry.

She would never fall into the same trap again.

Stanley frowned, and there was impatience in his black eyes. "I don't like beating around the bush. Answer me."

His voice was not loud but domineering.

He who was accustomed to giving orders had an air of majesty in his bones.

Astounded by his grandeur temperament, Sharon mumbled, "You were drunk on our first night, and while you were cuddling me, you called a girl's name, Rebecca..."

As soon as she said that name, Stanley's expression changed instantly, turning solemn and scary. Sharon was about to cry. "Look, I didn't want to say it, but you forced me."

Stanley was stunned. "I didn't say anything."

"There is no need for such a lame excuse. Your eyes are red," she complained in her heart.

She accused out loud, "Your look is scarier than your words."

Reaching out and rubbing the knitted eyebrows, he paused and finally gave an answer, "You misheard me. I didn't call anyone's name."

"Huh, that's a bogus answer," she thought.

Sharon rolled her eyes and said, "It's probably just an ex- girlfriend or something. I don't care."

There was no need to lie to her like this. She was not stupid!

Stanley shot a deep and ambiguous look at her.

Sharon shrugged and spread her hands. "Don't look at me like that. I really don't care. You must have been in love at some point, and you must have loved a woman or two previously. If I have to be jealous of each and every single one of them, I might as well just drown in the sea of jealousy."

A little upset, Stanley snorted and said sarcastically, "Thank you for being so understanding."

Sharon smiled and said, "Well, I'm so well-behaved, right?"

Pursing his thin and sensual lips, he stared at her for a moment, and finally, got changed and went out without saying anything.

Letting out a long breath, Sharon sat on the bed for a while before going to the bathroom to wash up.

She knew that Stanley didn't love her, so she couldn't act like a bitter housewife. Even if he kissed Jewel in front of her, she couldn't say anything.

Only the favored one had the right to be angry.

Before taking a shower, Sharon looked into the mirror and almost fainted out of anger.

Except for her face, her entire body was covered by hickeys. Others might assume she was abused if they didn't know about the truth.

When she went downstairs to have breakfast, the sharp-eyed Hazel saw the hickeys and smiled knowingly. Sharon felt so embarrassed by Hazel's reaction that she wished she could hide herself.

Hazel sat next to her with a gossipy look on her face. "How was it? Was the young master very energetic last night?"

Sharon sensed that something was amiss and narrowed her eyes skeptically. "Hazel, what did you do?"