Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 240

Still, Sharon had many questions. At this time, a nurse came out to report that he was safe. She told them that Stanley would soon be pushed out...

Hearing this, Sharon let out a long sigh of relief.

When Stanley was pushed out, he was still in a coma. Anthony went to ask the doctor about the precautions that they should pay attention to.

On the other hand, Sharon and the nurse pushed Stanley to the ward. The nurse gave the man, who had his eyes closed, a drip-feed. Then, she went out.

In the end, only Sharon and Stanley were left in the ward.

Pulling a chair over, Sharon sat down. Carefully observing his eyes and brows, she realized that after ten days of not seeing him, not only had this man lost weight, but he had turned fairer. At a closer glance, there was not a single obvious pore on his skin.

Lying on the edge of the bed, Sharon stared at him motionlessly. In her heart, she was thinking about what he had gone through these past few days.

Abroad, shot, injured...

Every single word sounded nerve-wracking.

Sharon could not imagine what exactly he had gone through during this period of time.

Holding his hand, Sharon carefully brushed his brows. Her mind was still very chaotic, but now that she was by his side, she felt at peace...

Lost in her own thoughts, her eyelids were getting heavier.

Once she reopened her eyes again, she was woken up by an itch from her nose. Sharon frowned and touched her nose. When she was about to touch it again, suddenly someone grabbed her hand.

Subconsciously, she raised her head, only to see that Stanley had woken up. He was lying there lazily, lowering his eyes as he looked at her.

"When did you wake up?" Then, Sharon remembered what the nurse had told her. The nurse instructed that if the patient had woken up, she had to inform her, but she had fallen asleep. So, Sharon said, "I'll call the nurse, wait..."

After saying that, she got up and was about to leave, but her hands were tightly pulled. "Sit down!"

Anxious, Sharon said, "Let go of me. The nurse instructed me to inform her, if you had woken up."

Helplessly, Stanley said, "The nurses had already been here. You don't have to go."

"Really?" Sharon suspiciously looked at him.

Impatiently, Stanley said, "There's no need for me to lie to you."

Thinking for a while, she did not intend to leave. Then, she slowly sat down and with a poker face, pulled out her hand.

Narrowing his eyes, Stanley glanced at her small hand that was about to escape. "Why aren't you asking me how I feel?"

"Then, how do you feel?"

"Still going strong!"

The expression on Stanley's face wasn't very good.

"It seems like you're forced to ask me. Aren't you concerned about me?"

Giving him a look, Sharon nodded, "Yes, if I did not care about you, I would not have sent

you to the hospital."

"Oh, which means that you care about me?" Stanley smiled cunningly.

Stunned for a moment, Sharon then immediately realized that she had fallen for his trap.

Deliberately digging a hole for her to jump down.

Knowing that he was a smart person, and she would never be his match.

Thinking of this, Sharon sat up straight, pursed her lips and asked, "What the hell was going on?"

Stanley did not seem to understand. "What do you mean?"

"The gunshot wound on your body." Sharon did not want to be vague, so she said it directly.

Narrowing his eyes, Stanley questioned, "Who told you that, Anthony?"

With that, Sharon nodded.

"Big mouth!" Stanley's face darkened with displeasure.

Staring at him, Sharon said, "If it wasn't for Charles who told me about these things, did you plan to keep it a secret for the rest of your life?"

"If it's possible, I won't say it."

"Why?" Sharon raised her voice. "Why do you hide everything from me? Am I so unworthy of your trust?"

Hearing that, Stanley sighed and stretched out his hand to pull her. Sharon struggled and prevented him from touching her. Using a bit of strength, he forcefully pulled her over with one hand. Then, he hugged her tightly and asked her word by word, "When you sent me to the hospital, did you cry?"

Biting her lips, Sharon answered, "No! Let go of me!"

"You were not worried about me?"

"No, was not!"

"Then, give your phone."

"What do you want?"

"Give Miss Graham a call, and ask her if you're lying."

Sharon was speechless.

"Tell me the truth, Sharon, did you cry because you were worried?" His voice suddenly sank with temptation. "I want to know. Tell me, good girl." This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The words he had said, was stabbing Sharon's heart. Biting her lips, she could smell the scent of disinfectant on his body, and her voice trembled slightly. "I did not cry, I endured..."

Before she could finish her words, Sharon's chin was raised and her gaze met his pitch-black eyes. He stared at her. "Look, I was just unconscious, and now you're already worried. If I told you how I was shot when I was abroad, or how I almost died, or even how I did something thrilling, would you be able to sleep peacefully?"

Staring at him in a daze, Sharon said, "You mean... You're not telling me because you're afraid that I'll be worried?"

"That's right."

"But have you ever thought that after you've disappeared without any news, I will hate you?" Sharon pushed him away, her chest heaving, and she was panting.

Stunned, Stanley's thin lips curling into a thin smile. 'Td rather make you hate me than to make you worry about me."

If she knew that he was going to catch Harvey, she would definitely worry about his safety. What if something happened? If he died, she would have a meltdown and could not handle it... So he was willing to hide it from her. Only when he came back safely, he would be fine, even if she scolded or beat him up.

"If you don't mention your whereabouts, not only will I hate you, but I'll also worry about you!" Sharon roared. "Don't you understand this point?"

With that, Stanley nodded. "I know, I've also thought about this point."

"Then why are you still so selfish!" Sharon's eyes were red.

"Sharon, I would rather be selfish." Stanley stared straight into her eyes. "If I died overseas, I would be glad that I did not tell you my whereabouts. That way, you would not be sad, and you would be clueless that something had happened to me. Then, you would not feel uncomfortable, nor will you have a breakdown..."

Rather, he would let her know that he had disappeared and not that he was dead..

Pulling her over, his breath was unstable and heavy, "So, I know that I was wrong in this matter, but if I were to choose again, I would still make the same choice. I will not tell you, what kind of danger I'm in. I am willing to face the dangers myself, but refuse to tell you that. I want to protect you, so that you will not be scared."

Never in Sharon's life had she seen such a selfish person, but his selfishness was for her.

Though she could not accept his words and wanted to refute them, when she opened her mouth, she could not say a word.

"You're acting in my name, yet you're acting selfishly!"

After a while, Sharon said as tears welled up in her eyes.

With a smile, Stanley said, "Yes, I know."

"I hate you!"

Hearing that, Stanley frowned. "I'm only allowing you to hate me today, you won't be able to do it tomorrow."

"You..."

"Sharon, I miss you very much," Stanley whispered, and suddenly kissed her lips. It was a tender yet lingering kiss, full of longing and coyness.