Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 43

Zack smiled and said, "Miss Cruz, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Ahem." Sharon cleared her throat and said, "Dr. Dixon, have- have the hospital received any notice today?"

Stunned, Zack asked, "What kind of notice?"

"Uh, did someone tell the hospital not to treat my father?"

"Nope! Why did you suddenly ask so?"

No?

Sharon was taken aback and confused. Hadn't Stanley called the hospital yet? Or, was he just trying to scare her with his warning last night?

Before ending the call, she said, "Dr. Dixon, if anything happens to my father, please call me at once."

"Of course."

Keeping her mobile phone away, her heart was a big pile of mess, wondering whether Stanley would be so cold-blooded as to push her to a dead-end.

She was not in the mood for the whole day. From time to time, she would check her phone, but there was no phone call or text message.

No news was good news.

It was not until the afternoon that Sharon made up her mind to extend an olive branch to Stanley.

Women needed to be comforted when she was angry, and even more so when men were angry.

By offering an olive branch, maybe he would come to terms with her.

Alright!

After making up her mind, Sharon rolled up her sleeves and began to work.

At a gym.

Lying on the floor with sweats all over his body, Howard Perkins stared ahead in a daze. He was dragged out to the gym by a horrible man since morning and they had been working out until now without rest.

The horrible man tossed a ball at him and said flatly, "Get up, continue."

"I don't want to do it anymore! I'm exhausted!"

Howard did not move and complained. "It's my off day today. Can you let me go, please?"

Yes, the horrible man was Stanley.

"D*mn, what's wrong with him today? He dragged me out of my house early in the morning and began to train like a maniac! We've been playing basketball, kickboxing, and archery! He does whatever exercise that consumes the most energy!"

Howard grumbled to himself.

He was so exhausted from all the vigorous workouts that he could not get up.

Stanley glanced at him coldly, with contempt in his eyes.

Howard snorted and said, "Dude, may I know what kind of problems had you encountered in your life that you need to abuse yourself like this?"

This kind of inhuman exercise regime was simply terrifying.

Stanley's eyes darted around, but he didn't say a word. He lifted his leg and walked out.

There was something fishy about it.

Howard immediately got up and chased after him. "Hey, Stanley, talk to me. Why do you leave before you finish your words?"

He was about to hook his arms around Stanley's shoulders when Stanley waved his hand away, and spat lightly, "To blow off steam."

Then he left in a cool manner.

"To blow off steam? What kind of steam?"

Howard couldn't make a head nor tail of Stanley's remark.

The best way to blow off steam was to be with a woman. Why did he come here to blow off steam?

At the entertainment club.

"It's my treat today. Stanley, you can do whatever you want."

Howard hugged a beautiful girl in his arms and blinked with a smile. "You've been keeping your nose clean all this while. Why don't you indulge yourself tonight?"

In the dimly lit room, Stanley was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. His Adam's apple was protruding out of his throat, which was particularly sexy and attractive.

"Do you think I'm like you?"

He put one hand on his forehead and said quietly.

Howard rolled his eyes at Stanley for his despicable remark. If it weren't for the fact that Stanley was in a bad mood, he would have argued with him right there and then.

Howard winked at the girl next to him, to which the smart girl understood his hint immediately and leaned over to Stanley while saying, "Sir, let me entertain you."

Stanley frowned.

The girl leaned on Stanley's arm and said with her gentle and coquettish voice, "Sir, drink some wine."

As she said that, she handed the wine glass to him.

Stanley glanced at her with his cold and indifferent eyes "Go and sit over there before I get angry, okay?"

He spoke with a low voice, but it sounded extremely frightening.

The girl was scared and her face turned pale. She looked at Howard, who sighed and nodded, so she bit her lip and sat down silently, distancing herself from Stanley.

Men were mostly, if not all, alike when it came to women. They wouldn't be able to control their lust and excitement when a woman threw herself into their embrace.

But Stanley was different.

One look in his cold eyes was enough to send chills down the other's spine.

Agitated, Howard pushed the woman away from his arms and asked directly, "Tell me, who pissed you off that you're grumpy all day long?"

Stanley remained seated there and didn't move. It was not that he was unwilling to talk, but he knew that talking to Howard the debauchee would be meaningless, so it was better for him to be silent.

Howard was frustrated. "Hey, I think you really should go to see a psychologist to treat your lousy temperament."

A psychologist?

Only then did the quiet Stanley say something, "Where's Jimmy?"

"He's at home, keeping his wife company. You know how his Ariah is like. She rules the family with an iron fist. She definitely doesn't allow Jimmy to come to this kind of entertainment venue to contaminate his soul." Howard clicked his tongue. "The dignified Third Young Master of the Hudson family ended up being a henpecked husband. He's really miserable."

As soon as Howard finished speaking, Stanley directly got up. "Take your time. I'm leaving."

Howard was stunned. "Where are you going?"

Stanley ignored him and went straight out of the door.

In the dark night, Stanley was smoking quietly inside the Hummer.

He planned to vent the frustration in his heart through exercise, but it didn't work even after a whole day of exercising.

Sharon's face would still creep into his mind from time to time.

After finishing a cigarette, he took out his mobile phone and hesitated for a while before finally dialing the number.

After a while, Jimmy's voice came from the phone. "That's strange. Why do you call me?"

As his friends, they knew that Stanley was usually very busy with work, so they usually didn't call him if there was nothing important.

Stanley said flatly, "Where's your wife?"

Upon hearing this, Jimmy asked, unhappy, "You called me because you want me to talk to my wife?"

"Cut the crap, give her the phone."

Jimmy muttered, "What's with that attitude? She's my wife now. Tell me, do you have any feelings for her?"

Stanley sneered and said, "Jimmy, if you don't give Ariah the phone now, I'll ask Anthony to send her flowers tomorrow." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Jimmy was really afraid that this crazy man would do such a thing. After all, his wife had had a crush on Stanley.

So when he heard that Stanley was looking for Ariah, he was quite jealous.

But he was afraid that Stanley would really flirt with his wife, so he gave it a thought and reluctantly went to the kitchen.

"Stanley is looking for you."

A slim woman standing in front of the pot turned back and raised her eyebrows when she heard his remark. A trace of surprise flashed across her beautiful face. "Brother Stanley?"

Brother Stanley?

D*mn you!

How could she call him brother?

Jimmy felt a lump in his throat.

Ariah Myers took the phone from his hand and put it beside her ear. "Hello."

"You are a psychologist. I have a question to ask you."

Stanley did not like beating around the bushes. He always went straight to the point whenever there was a problem.