Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 31

The woman in the passenger seat didn't move at all. Her whole body reek of alcohol.

Thankfully, she didn't make a big fuss after drinking.

It was in the middle of the summer heat. She was wearing pants that were so short they could barely cover her hips. A pair of fair thighs were swaying in front of him.

Stanley's eyes deepened at the sight. His mind was filled with the image of the fat man hugging her which made him lose his temper again.

This uncontrollable rage made him more and more annoyed.

He took out his phone and directly dialed a number. It was soon answered, and a respectful voice sounded, "Mr. Jones, why do you call me today?"

"Spencer Rios!"

Stanley moved his thin lips. There was a smile in his voice, but it sounded creepy. "Have you lived too comfortably lately?"

Spencer's heart skipped a beat. He knew that something must be up, and it was bad. "Mr. Jones, what do you mean by that? I don't understand." "That b*stard Cohen Hills hasn't called you yet? Okay, I'll inform you first then. From tomorrow onward, I want him to disappear from Beachmarsh City. I'm giving you the chance to let you do it yourself. I need a satisfactory result!"

With that, Stanley ended the call and threw the phone aside. He raised his hand to pull on his tie and fixed his eagle- alike eyes on Sharon in the passenger seat.

"Young lady, you're pretty capable to drink until so drunk!"

He snorted, started the car, and drove away at a fast speed. Sharon, who was sitting in the passenger seat, slowly turned pale. Her delicate eyebrows were wrinkled and she looked very uncomfortable.

The man glanced at her. Instead of slowing down, he went even faster.

She deserved it!

If she didn't learn her lesson now, she would be lawless in the future.

Finally, they got home. As soon as the door was opened, Sharon rushed out of the car and squatted on the side of the road, vomiting.

Seeing her so painful, the vicious Stanley was in a better mood.

He stood by the car for a while. Looking at the woman's slim back, he said coldly, "Have you done vomiting?"

The drunken Sharon sat on the ground and glanced up at him with a confused look in her almond eyes. She blinked her big eyes innocently, like a pet who did not know what she had done wrong.

She looked at him with her watery tears, looking particularly pitiful.

Stanley cursed in a low voice, "D*mn it!"

He then went over and pulled her up. Sharon couldn't stand steadily and fell into his arms, where Stanley managed to hug her in time.

She fell into his arms and clung to him as if she had found her home and would not come out.

Stanley gave her a nudge, but she wouldn't move.

He looked down at the girl's flawless and pinkish face, her long eyelashes trembling.

Perhaps she had noticed that someone was looking at her, she rubbed her head against his chest and moaned.

She looked like a kitten who had just been picked up off the street.

As soon as Hazel came out of the kitchen, she saw Stanley carrying Sharon in from the main door. She was stunned and immediately walked over. As soon as she approached, she smelled the reeking stench of alcohol.

"Madam, have you been drinking? Why did you drink so much?" Hazel was surprised.

Stanley snorted and said, "She's starting to become a bad girl."

Hazel subconsciously put in a good word for Sharon. "Maybe it's because she stumbled upon something upset that she needed to get drunk to relieve her sadness."

"If she wanted to drink, why couldn't she drink at home instead of drinking in a bar? Did she have any idea how many bad guys were out there lurking around?" He thought to himself.

If he hadn't arrived in time, would she have been able to return home safe and sound?

"I'll take her upstairs. Don't worry about us."

"Oh, okay."

Hazel answered. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

When they were upstairs, Stanley threw her directly into the bathtub, turned on the tap, and sprayed cold water on Sharon.

After a while, she was soaking wet, and her underwear was partially visible, which was quite an arousing sight.

Stanley took off his suit, rolled up his sleeves slowly while fixing his eyes on Sharon in the bathtub.

One, two, three...

He counted in his heart.

In less than half a minute, Sharon, who was shutting her eyes tight, suddenly opened her eyes and struggled to get out of the bathtub.

She started to sink and was soon pressed down by another big hand.

The cold voice of the man sounded in her ear, "Don't come out until you are clean!"

Sharon's eyes turned red as she cried, "Help..."

Stanley frowned. "It's useless to pull a pitiful face now!"

Sharon cried louder, "I can't swim, help..."

Stanley was speechless.

The water in the bathtub was getting fuller, almost drowning her body, but it for sure would not make her drown. Stanley raised his eyebrows and thought, "Does this girl assume the bathtub is a swimming pool?"

"Help me. I don't know how to swim, dad..."

Stanley was dumbfounded.

She screamed something surprising which made Stanley silent, his handsome face turned dark.

Not only did she regard the bathtub as a swimming pool, but she also saw him as her father.

He wasn't willing to hear such a title from her, to be honest.

It not only made him feel old, but he also felt a sense of guilt when he touched her.

"Ahem."

He realized that he was overthinking this and cleared his throat. He suppressed the heat from down under and glanced at Sharon who was holding his thigh tightly.

She was soaking wet, revealing the sexy curves of her body. Her face was pale and her lips trembled. She looked like a pitiful stray cat that had fallen into the water.

It was about time she learned her lesson now.

Stanley, who felt that the punishment on her was sufficient, went to turn off the tap mercifully.

Stanley lowered his head and nudged his legs while saying, "Get up."

Sharon held his leg and did not move. She whispered something softly. Her voice was so soft it was inaudible.

Stanley raised his voice. "Let go. Do you hear me?"

Sharon raised her face, and there was a layer of water on her fair and slightly blushed face. She was obviously in an unconscious state of mind as her eyes were not focused.

She probably couldn't recognize anyone right now.

"Dad..."

She looked at him and called.

Stanley was rendered speechless.

She was so desperate for love that she called a man dad whenever she was holding a man.

"I'm not your dad. Get up!"

"Dad. Dad..."

There was nothing Stanley could do about it.

Sharon held his calf and sobbed. "Dad, wake up. It's been more than a year. Every time I see you, you ignore me and you just lie there silently. I'm scared..."

"The doctor said that there are miracles for people in a vegetative state, and I prayed for the miracle to happen every day..."

"I wish that when I open my eyes one day, the hospital will call me, telling me that you're awake..."

"Dad, I've missed you. I want to talk to you.

Wake up, please..."

She sounded sad and desperate. Every word she said echoed into his ears.

Standing as still as a statue, he let her hold his legs and cry loudly.

He was germaphobic. Normally, he would have kicked her away who was crying and letting her tears and snots flowing all over the place. But now, his body couldn't react at all.

Perhaps she cried too sadly, so the last bit of kindness in his heart prevented him from moving.

If he kicked her away, it would make him look inhumane and cold-blooded.