Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 124

Stanley smiled coldly and said, "You had let them off lightly."

Raising his chin, Jackson changed the topic. "What's wrong with you? How could you let her come out alone at this hour?"

He rubbed his eyebrows and sighed. "I had some conflict with her and left in a huff. I didn't expect that she would chase after me. I guess she was frightened out of her wits because of the heavy rain and the two thugs."

He looked down at the woman in his embrace and found that she wasn't shaking as violently as before. Maybe it was because of the slightly warmer temperature or because she was in his arms now.

She gradually calmed down, yet he didn't know whether she was asleep or fell unconscious.

Jackson was surprised for a moment, and then teased, "You guys are really something."

What a pair of couple!

When they arrived at Jackson's apartment, Stanley went up with Sharon in his arms.

Jackson called Howard. Fortunately, it was Howard's off day today, so he was available to pay them a visit.

Stanley directly took Sharon to the bathroom and took a hot bath to warm up her cold body.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

Stanley got up and went out. Jackson took a set of clothes and said, "I found some clothes for her. They were my wife's. Let her wear it for the night."

"Thank you."

Stanley took it and nodded. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jackson smiled and said, "Don't mention it."

Stanley smiled back at him, keeping his gratitude to himself. Without a word, he simply nodded, took the clothes, and went into the bathroom.

It was was already an hour later when Howard arrived. Jackson opened the door for him. "Why are you so late?"

"It's raining heavily, brother. The road is slippery, and I don't dare to drive fast." Howard flicked the raindrops on his shoulder. "Better safe than sorry."

"Alright, enough with the complaint." Jackson laughed. He glanced at the medicine bag in his hand and pointed to the second floor.

"They are in the bedroom upstairs."

"Okay."

Howard nodded and strode in. It was Jackson's two- story duplex apartment. He usually lived here when he was not on a mission. Howard visited several times previously.

Seeing that the room was full of men's belongings and that there were no signs of women at all, Howard asked tentatively, "Jackson, are you still fighting with your wife?"

Jackson had been married, but then they fell out. For so many years, Jackson had never been with another woman. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Get your nose out of my business." Jackson closed the door, glanced at Howard, and said, "Go to the second floor and take a look. The second bedroom on your left."

"Alright."

Howard dared to get his nose in other people's business except Jackson's, so he sheepishly went up the stairs with his medicine bag.

When he came to the bedroom, he knocked on the door. After a while, the door of the bedroom opened, and Stanley appeared in front of him, looking rather disheveled.

Howard was shocked. "Stanley, did you go swimming?"

Stanley was all wet. At first glance, the bespoke high-end suit and expensive leather shoes were all damaged.

He rubbed his eyebrows as he stepped aside to make way for Howard. "She's inside. Go and check her injury. I'll take a bath."

He completely forgot about himself as he was busy helping Sharon taking a shower and getting changed just now.

After he took a shower and changed into clean clothes, Howard also came out of the bedroom. He lowered his voice and said, "In addition to the injury on her feet, she's fine. Her feet are bleeding, so I helped her clean the wound and cover it with gauze. I believe I don't need to tell you what you need to pay attention to."

Stanley nodded. "I know and I will."

After a pause, he added, "Howard, thank you."

Howard was stunned, and then scratched his hair awkwardly. "It's all right. I'm a doctor. It's my job."

Stanley smiled.

"She is sleeping now. You need to watch out tonight. After a night in the rain and an unstable emotion, her immune system will be weaker than usual and she may catch a cold."

"I know."

"Then... I'm done here, right?"

Stanley closed the bedroom door and said, "Let's go down together and have a drink."

"Sounds great." Howard giggled. "If I get drunk, I can't drive home, so I'll crash Jackson's couch downstairs for a night here."

The three men sat on the sofa and drank, all silent. Howard looked at Stanley who sitting on the sofa while drinking.

Stanley had proposed a drink, but he was the only one who did not drink.

"Stanley, don't you want some?"

Howard pushed a glass of wine over.

Stanley said calmly, "You guys drink."

Howard looked at Jackson and arched his eyebrows for some clues, but Jackson just pretended that he didn't see him and continued drinking silently.

Howard was anxious. "None of you are talking. This is so weird. Neither of you wants to tell me what happened tonight?"

Jackson ignored him.

Stanley ignored him.

Howard squinted at them. "I'm a doctor who is on your service. I came right after you called me, but you dumped me aside after you were done with me. My heart hurts so bad..."

Stanley picked up the glass of wine on the tea table and drank it, then he raised his head and said, "Liam Frazier tried to approach Sharon several times. I warned her that he had evil intentions and asked her to stay away from him, but she didn't believe me and kept in touch with him. I was pissed so I let in a huff, but I didn't expect that she would chase after me and injure herself to this state."

Stanley had no idea that she was so bold to run out in the middle of the night. Did she think that everyone in the world was a good person?

"D*mn it!"

Hearing this, Howard slapped the table angrily. "That a*shole Liam Frazier is really vicious and scheming. How could he be so despicable? How could he do such a disgusting thing? He seduced Rebecca with the same method. Now you have got out of emotional trauma and finally fell in love with a woman, but the shameless b*stard came out to make a move on Sharon again. I have never seen such a thick- skinned and shameless person. He is the first one!"

He was full of righteous indignation as if he was cursing his own enemy.

"We have to think of a way to prevent him from making trouble all the time."

A light flashed across Howard's eyes as he looked at Jackson. "Jackson, I remember that your wife seems to know some super dangerous people. Why don't you ask her to find an international hitman or something to kill him?"

Jackson sighed. "Howard, how did you get your medical license?"

Howard, who was humiliated, blushed. "What? I'm just offering some suggestions."

"What is the status of the Jones Family? Who is the Liam? Even if he is not favored, he is still the second son of the Jones Family. If you ask us to kill Liam, what about Master Jones? He'll be pissed off."

Howard stuttered, "I... I'm angry, so I said something stupid. I'm just saying though, I don't mean it."

Stanley, who had not spoken, said, "The boss behind Fusion Fortune Holdings who slowly rises in recent years is actually Liam. As an entertainment company, he needs to deal with people from all walks of life. This industry is very chaotic and messy. Do you think if he accidentally offends a big shot, will he die because of this?"

When he said these words, there was a cold look in his eyes.

Looking at this version of Stanley, Howard suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

Jackson abruptly put down the wine glass in his hand and shot a sharp glance at him, warning him, "Stanley, stop what you're thinking!"

If Stanley really did that, he would be an inhumane devil. No matter how bad Liam was, he was still a member of the Jones Family.

Stanley smiled, stood up, and said calmly, "I'm just blabbering. Don't take it seriously. You guys go ahead. I'm going upstairs to check on Sharon."

After that, he got up and went to the second floor.

Howard immediately lay on the sofa, sighed, and said, "Liam is such big trouble. From Stanley's tone, he'll definitely teach him a lesson in person one day."

Jackson narrowed his eyes and said, "Liam Frazier is not the biggest trouble."

Shawn was.

"Oh?" Howard didn't understand for a moment, "He is not? Who is then?"

Before Jackson spoke, the cell phone rang. It was an unbranded cell phone which was used as a special communication device by Jackson's team.

It seemed that it was his teammate who came to talk to him.

Jackson picked up the phone, went to the balcony, and answered the phone, "Hey, Andy."

"Boss, we've found out about the things you asked us to investigate."

"Spill it."

"Seven years ago, there was a feud in the Lewis Family. Someone in the family rebelled. As the only successor, Shawn Lewis was still young and had no real power, so he was kicked out of the Lewis Family and went to a shantytown. A kind-hearted family took him in and he stayed there for four years."

At this point, Jackson had connected all the probable links. "Is the last name of the family who took Shawn in Cruz?"

Andy clicked his tongue on the phone. "Wow, Boss, I'm impressed. We can't hide anything from you. Anyway, this is the first- hand information I just got. How do you know?"

"Alright, go back to your work and keep an eye on that criminal gang. If there is anything urgent, report back to me."

"Okay!"

Jackson hung up the phone and stared at the rain outside the window.

He remembered it correctly then. Sharon knew Shawn, as expected.

Shawn was not an easy target. Jackson had met him several times, so he knew that he was very cruel. Based on his characteristics, if he targeted Sharon, he would destroy her if he couldn't get her...

Feeling a headache, he pinched his eyebrows. For the first time, there were hesitation and struggle in Jackson's heart.

Should he tell this to Stanley?

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Stanley pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw the woman sitting on the bed, he was stunned and then frowned.

He didn't know when Sharon woke up. She was sitting up, leaning against the wall with a quilt on herself that covered everything except a pair of eyes with fright written all over it.

Stanley entered the room, closed the door, and turned on the lights.

He didn't call her name, nor did he talk to her.

Hearing the sound, Sharon stretched her head out of the quilt. When she saw it was him, she seemed to be stunned for a moment. Then she suddenly lifted the quilt and jumped down from the

bed and directly threw herself into his arms.

Because of the abrupt force, Stanley was almost knocked to the ground.