Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 143

Sharon pursed her lips. She wanted to say something but she held it back.

Howard rolled his eyes in exasperation.

At the same time, a nurse came over and saw that they were both standing in front of the door, so she asked skeptically, "Dr. Perkins, why don't you go in?"

"I'll go in later." Howard waved his hand and casually looked at the infusion bag in her tray. The nurse explained, "This is the IV drip that Mr. Jones will be injected today. Dr. Carter just came over to check on him, and he said that Mr. Jones is not doing very well, both physically and emotionally, so he added two more prescriptions and asked me to give him a try..."

Every word the nurse said made Sharon's face a little paler.

In the end, before the nurse could finish her words, Sharon pushed open the door of the ward and rushed in.

Howard snorted and said, "So, you're scared now, huh? Such a cruel lady. Do you think I'm bluffing just to trick you here?"

The nurse did not hear his murmur though. "What did you say, Dr. Perkins?"

"Nothing. Go in and change the medicine for the patient."

"Okay."

As soon as Sharon entered the ward, her eyes turned red and watery when she saw the man on the bed with a pale face.

His eyes were tightly shut and seemed to have fallen asleep. His sexy thin lips were tightly closed, and now they were dry and looked heart-wrenching.

She slowly walked over, sat down beside the bed, and quietly stretched out her small hand to hold his big hand.

His hand was so cold like an ice block. Sharon was dismal as she touched his hard and frigid hand.

How did he end up like this?

He was still fine last night. Why was he lying here lifelessly overnight? It seemed that his whole soul had been taken away.

He remembered Harvey beating him so hard and fierce. For her sake, he didn't fight back...

The more Sharon thought about it, the sadder she became. She secretly wiped away her tears.

She really didn't know he ended up in this situation. If she knew, she would have come over a long time ago.

As the nurse changed the infusion bag for him, she looked at the sorrowful young lady sitting by the bed, and then turned to Howard, to which she saw an unexpected bright smile on his face...

Sensing that the smile on his face was too obvious, Howard cleared his throat and said, "Since everything is ready, let's go out first. Sharon, please take care of Stanley today."

Sharon nodded, and Howard went out of the ward with the nurse.

The room suddenly became quiet. Sharon fixed her eyes on the handsome man. Although his face was injured, the wound didn't hide his charm and his beautiful eyes.

Sharon reached out and touched the wound on his forehead that he subconsciously frowned. Sharon immediately withdrew her hand and stared at the man for a long time, but he still did not wake up.

Didn't he like being touched even when he was asleep?

Sharon pursed her lips bitterly.

She could feel the heat on his forehead when she touched it but his hands were very cold. The temperature contrast made her start to feel worried.

Did something bad really happen?

Thinking of this, she couldn't sit still. She got up, went to the bathroom, and found that it was equipped with towels and other things. It seemed that Howard asked someone to prepare them here.

There was no washbasin though.

She took a towel and wet it with the cold water. Then she wrung it dry and put the wet towel on his forehead.

It might be useless to do so, but she couldn't just sit on the chair and do nothing.

She walked in and out of the bathroom several times to wet the towel and only stopped when the IV drips almost finishes. She reached over to feel his forehead again.

She was delightful as it was no longer as hot as before.

She touched his hand, but it was still so cold. Why was his hand always so cold? She realized this before he was hospitalized, but she didn't take it seriously.

She sighed and thought, "Maybe he is born this way. He is cold and aloof, so his skin is cold as well."

Just as she was about to get up and call the nurse, a strong hand grabbed her slender wrist.

Sharon looked down in astonishment.

Stanley who had his eyes closed suddenly woke up and stared at her with a pair of bright eyes.

His thin lips moved a little, and he said in a hoarse voice, probably because of the fever, "What are you doing here?"

When Sharon saw that he was awake, she was very happy and her little face was as bright as the stars. "You're finally awake!"

Stanley's eyes darkened as he repeated, "What are you doing here?"

"Dr. Perkins asked me to come."

Stanley's expression turned cold all of a sudden. He sneered and said, "You're really obedient. You came because he asked you to come?"

Then why didn't she leave when he tried to take her away last night?

Sharon pursed her lips and looked at him, sensing that there was something wrong with his mood but she didn't know why he was unhappy.

Stanley was annoyed by her teary eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sharon looked straight into his eyes. "Don't you want me to stay here?"

"Of course!"

Sharon felt a piercing pain in her heart the moment he uttered those words.

Stanley was enraged by her attitude last night that he chided her loudly, but when he thought of her crying face, his anger subsided. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Concealing her bitter emotions, Sharon said, "Well, if you don't want to see me, I'll go."

Sharon felt her eyes watery, so she got up and was about to leave.

"If you dare to leave, I will kill you!" Stanley suddenly sat up from the bed with fierce eyes.

She didn't know whether to leave or not.

He said that he didn't want to see her. What did he want actually? Psycho.

"You asked me to leave!"

Stanley sneered. "I don't want you to leave now. Come back here and sit down!"

D*mn it, how could he be so fierce when he was already sick!

Why did he have such a bad temper? Look at how weak he is now. Does he still have the strength to act as a villain?

She snorted and turned around to leave, ignoring him.

When Sharon walked to the door, she heard a loud noise. She hurriedly turned back and was extremely shocked at what she saw.

Stanley, who had been sitting on the bed, somehow fell off the bed.

"Stanley Jones!"

She ran over and helped him up who was kneeling on one knee. She scolded him fiercely, "What the hell are you doing?"

Stanley gasped. It was obvious that he could not stand such a small move.

"You deserve it!"

Agitated, Sharon pulled him back to the bed. Just as she was about to get up, she felt a tight grip on her waist as a pair of big arms curled her and trapped her firmly.

"You can't leave!"

The vicious and deep male voice resonated in her ear, "If you dare to step out of this ward again, I will break your legs!"

Since she came back, he could not let her leave again.

Sharon huffed agitatedly, "Let me go!"

Stanley tried to push her to the bed. Sharon nudged him away annoyingly. "Let me go!"

Stanley refused to let her go.

Sharon didn't expect that he was still so strong even when he was ill, so she used a little more strength that seemed to be out of her control and accidentally touched his manhood.

"Hiss."

Stanley grunted, frowned uncomfortably, and grimaced, looking quite painful.

Sharon suddenly panicked. "Are you okay?"

Stanley panted heavily and glared at her.

It seemed that he was fine!

He even glared at her so fiercely!

Sharon reached out to touch him, but before she could do it, he suddenly pushed her away, releasing her from his grip, and said coldly, "If you want to leave, just leave and don't come back!"

Sharon bit her lip in annoyance. She didn't understand what he was thinking.

He didn't want to see her, but the next second, he didn't want her to leave.

She snorted and pushed him away. She really left.

She closed the door and disappeared from his sight. Stanley, who was all alone in the vast room, punched the bed angrily. He punched it a little too strong that he pulled his muscles and started coughing.

She really left without turning back.

A sneer of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were getting lighter and paler.

Since she wanted to leave, why did she come here from Shawn's ward?

She left in such a hurry and without hesitation. Did she return to Shawn's side again? Even if he died of illness, she would not treat him like how she treated Shawn, right?

Feeling the pain in his temples, he reached out and pressed it hard.

All of a sudden.

With a "clank", the door was opened again, and the soft voice that he thought had left echoed into his ear, "Nurse, his drips finish..."

Stanley raised his head and looked over, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

Didn't she... leave?

Sharon stood at the door and said in a hurry, "Nurse, hurry up!"

It turned out that she was in such a hurry to go away because his drips almost finished and she went to call for the nurse.

Stanley fixed his gaze on her slender body.

As she urged hastily, the nurse had to hurry up and run over anxiously.

As soon as they entered the ward, the nurse frowned when she saw the pale patient sitting by the bed. "Hey, you can't get up. You need to rest in bed. Hurry and lie down."

As she said that, she pressed him back to the bed.

It was rare for Stanley to cooperate with her. He lay down obediently, but his eyes were still on Sharon.

Sharon stood aside anxiously and looked at the nurse's movements.

The nurse took the needle on the back of his hand and changed the medicine for him. Before leaving, she reminded, "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him move again, or the consequences will be very serious."

"Okay. Thanks."

Sharon answered and closed the door again. When she looked back, his hot eyes were fixed on her as if he wanted to burn her.

Sharon rolled her eyes at him and sat down on a chair in the corner.

She didn't want to talk to him!

Psycho!

Her clothes were dirty, and the chair was too clean for her to sit on.

But there was no one guarding him, and she didn't want to leave him alone.

So she sat down, turned her head, and looked out the window.

However, the burning gaze did not fade away. Instead, it became more and more like a flash of light on her back.

Sharon couldn't stand it and turn around to glare at him. "What are you looking at me for? Go to sleep!"

Stanley stared at her. His thin lips moved and he spat out two words, "Come here."

Sharon rolled her eyes again. She continued to look out of the window and ignored him.

"Hmm."

The suppressed muffled groan suddenly resonated again.

She abruptly turned her head and was bewildered to see him trying to get up again. As he wiggled his way up, he tore his wound again. He leaned on one side, with his neck hanging slightly, and his breathing was a little faster.

Oh, d*mn it!