Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 148

Sharon could guess who was who by listening to the nurse's description.

"Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After the nurse left, Sharon sighed. It seemed that he was so pissed off that he discharged himself directly.

She curled her lip and thought to herself, "Should I catch a few frogs to coax him?"

But she soon shook her head, "Forget it, I'd better not do it for the sake of my safety."

Sharon rushed back to the villa all the way. Gasping for breath, she asked directly before even catching her breath, "Hazel, where is Stanley?"

Hazel fetched her a glass of water and said, "Didn't he come back with you?"

"He's not at home?"

He was discharged from the hospital, wasn't he? Why was he not at home now? Where did he go then?

Sharon frowned.

Hazel helped her sit down. "Drink some water first, and then give him a call."

Right, she could make a phone call.

Sharon patted her head. She was too stupid not to think of it.

But...

"Sorry, the number you have dialed cannot be reached. Please try again later..."

Sharon pouted as she held the phone. Was he so pissed off that he didn't even want to answer her call?

On the other hand, Stanley looked at Sharon's caller ID on the phone screen yet did not press the answer button.

He was really not in the mood now.

The woman lying on the bed was supposed to be dead, but now, there she was, appearing in front of him alive. He couldn't calm down.

The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts. He took puffs of cigarettes one after another, feeling so stuffy as if his chest was going to explode soon.

The bedroom door opened and Jimmy and Howard came out together.

Howard's expression shifted as he strode over, snatched the cigarette from Stanley's hand, and chided, "Are you crazy? You can't smoke right now!"

His Adam's apple bobbing, Stanley asked, "l-ls she awake?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll go in and check on her."

After saying that, he got up and was about to go in when Jimmy stopped him. After thinking for a while, Jimmy said, "Well, I can assure you that the woman inside is indeed Rebecca. Just now,

when she woke up, she recognized me and Howard at a glance. Besides, she's all right. I didn't hit her. She grazed her knees when she fell down. Don't worry."

Stanley just nodded, and then he strode over.

Pushing open the door, Stanley entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

In order to give her a good sleep, the curtains in the room were drawn up and Only a lamp was on. The room was very dim but he could clearly see the woman on the bed.

It had been seven years, yet her appearance had not changed at all. She was still the same as before.

The only difference was that she became thinner.

He had been very careful and quiet, but he woke the person on the bed up. Rebecca moved and slowly sat up from the bed. She slowly lifted her eyes and looked at the person at the door.

"Stanley..."

A soft voice resonated just as it used to be.

Stanley's Adam's apple bobbed and stopped breathing.

It was really her.

Her look. Her voice. Everything. It was her and she couldn't fake it.

Stanley slowly walked over and stood by the bed. His eyes fell on her, as if he wanted to see through her.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and said in an unusually hoarse voice, "Is it really you?"

"It's me," Rebecca nodded and said, choking.

"You're still alive?"

"Yes." It was great to be able to hear his voice again.

"Where have you been... in the past seven years?"

Rebecca lowered her eyelashes, which began to tremble, and her face slowly turned pale. "Do you want to hear the truth or lie?"

Stanley's eyes were fixed on her. "Everything. Tell me everything!"

Rebecca only said two words, "Your father."

Stanley frowned, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes which was like a dagger, shining with cold air. "What did he do to you?"

"I faked my death back then." Rebecca looked at him, her eyes full of tears. "It's all your father's idea."

Stanley pursed his thin lips. "I gave you the funeral service myself, and I went to the crematorium."

He arranged Rebecca's funeral entirely and handled all the procedures himself. How could it be a fake death? She was the one lying in the coffin!

Noticing the suspicion in his eyes, Rebecca bit her lip and said, "That shot hit my heart directly. When I was pushed into the operating table, I heard a doctor talking to your father on the phone. I didn't know what they said, but then I fainted. When I woke up, I was already abroad."

Stanley's breathing was rapid, and he was about to lose control of his emotions.

"Later, your father contacted me and told me the truth. He said that I died on the operating table and not to go back to Estar. If I want to survive, I have to listen to him." Rebecca got up, got out of bed, and took Stanley's hand. "Your father was so powerful that he had the ability to make a corpse that was the same as me and then told you that it was me."

There was anger in Stanley's eyes.

"Stanley..." Rebecca put her arms around his waist and buried her face in his arms, taking in the familiar male scent with adoration. "I'm back. I'm not dead. I'm still alive..." She paused and said softly, "I miss you so much over the years. I miss you every day. I didn't expect to see you again or even hug you. Stanley, I really miss you..."

Stanley's dark eyes were full of complicated emotions. She was holding him so tightly and it felt so real. He wanted to hug her back too to see if she was real or it was merely a dream.

But in the end, his hand fell on her shoulder and he patted her gently and said, "It's good to be back..."

In the living room.

The phone on the tea-table was buzzing. It was Stanley's phone which he forgot to bring with him before he went in.

The caller ID indicated that it was Sharon.

Howard and Jimmy looked at each other. Should they pick it up?

Howard immediately looked away and pretended that he didn't see it. He didn't want to pick it up.

Jimmy gave him a kick. Coward!

Howard pursed his lips.

The phone was ringing all the time as if it was protesting that it would continue ringing until someone answered it. Jimmy sighed. He had no choice but to pick it up.

"Hubby..." Sharon's soft and flattery voice resonated from the other end of the line.

Her voice was so gentle that it soothed the listener's heart.

Jimmy cleared his throat and said, "Sharon, I'm not your husband."

Uh...

On the other end of the line, Sharon immediately sat up straight and touched her face with some embarrassment. "Jimmy, is that you?"

"Yes."

"Uh, where is Stanley?"

Jimmy paused for a moment and said, "It's not convenient for him to answer the phone now. What can I do for you?"

It was not convenient for him to answer the phone?

Sharon curled her lips. Was it inconvenient, or he didn't want to pick up her call?

D*mn it! Why was he so petty!

"Nothing. I just want to know how is he doing."

Her deep concern was visible even through the phone, while Stanley was in the room with his first love, not knowing what they were talking about.

Jimmy was so guilty that he didn't know what to say, so he just nodded and said, "He's fine. He may be seriously injured, but he has a solid foundation which he started building since he was young. When he's old, even if he's injured, he'll recover quickly."

Sharon stifled a smile. If Stanley knew that his brother said he was old, she wondered why would he react.

"Ahem, ok then. When it's convenient for him to talk, please tell him that I'll wait for him at home and ask him to come back early."

Jimmy thought that he probably didn't have time to go back today.

But he said, "Okay, I'll tell him."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Sharon bit her lip and wanted to say something, but stopped on second thought. Jimmy immediately sensed it and took the initiative to ask, "Is there anything else, Sharon?"

"Well, there's something..."

Jimmy laughed and said, "Just spill it then."

"When you left the hospital, was he particularly angry?" Sharon thought about it for a while and said, "Give me an estimation about how mad he was so that I know how can I comfort him later."

What the f*ck...

Jimmy was extremely envious. How could Stanley marry such a sensible and gentle wife?

He would never think that Ariah would treat him like this in his life.

Jimmy sighed and said, "Don't worry about him. He is just too petty-minded and jealous." After a pause, he tentatively said, "There's nothing between you and Shawn, right?"

Sharon patted her chest and swore, "Absolutely nothing! Jimmy, I have self-conscious. I know that I'm Stanley's wife and I shouldn't get too close with the opposite sex. Shawn used to be my brother, and he will be my brother in the future. The thing between us has become the past. I've moved on.

Jimmy felt relieved after hearing her words. He said, "I'll persuade him later and ask him to go home. You just have to talk things through."

"Great."

"Aright then, I'll..."

"Okay, go ahead with whatever you're doing. Bye."

Jimmy put away the phone, sat down on the sofa, pulled on his clothes, and said, "Sharon is too naive. She couldn't even tell that I was lying, making me a little embarrassed."

Howard leaned against the wall and raised his chin. "Do we need to intervene in Stanley's matter?" Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"How? Do you think you can intervene?" Jimmy shook his head and said, "You'd better stayed out of this and let him handle it himself. No one can help him."

Howard thought about it and felt that it made sense.

"I feel sorry for Sharon, that silly girl. As soon as Rebecca showed up, Stanley would definitely be all over her and it's very likely that he will divorce Sharon."

Jimmy narrowed his eyes and donned a sly smile. "I don't think so."

"Oh?"

"Although Rebecca has always been in Stanley's heart, so does Sharon. Didn't you see how much he cares about Sharon?"

Howard thought of everything that had happened in the hospital and was stunned for a moment. He then smiled and said, "You are right."

The two men were smirking as if they were waiting to watch the drama unfold.