Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 12

The next day, Sharon opened her eyes and whined, "It hurts so much!"

She sat up with her hands on her waist. There was no one beside her on the bed yet there was the sound of running water in the bathroom, indicating that Stanley was in there.

Last night's scene was still vivid in her mind. It was a truly crazy night.

She took the phone and used it as a mirror to look at herself. Looking at the hickeys on her neck, Sharon grimaced in annoyance. This was all the work of that beastly man!

With a sigh, she wondered if she should count herself lucky or otherwise. At the very least, the man she was married to had awesome stamina and could sustain for a long time. They could make love several times a night...

Ahem.

"What am I thinking?"

Patting her blushing face, Sharon lay on the bed and played with her mobile phone. After skipping a night from browsing the group chat, it was bombarded by countless messages among her classmates.

There were all bizarre questions about Stanley's privacy.

Question number 1. "Does Stanley prefer briefs or boxers?"

Question number 2. "Stanley is so seductively handsome. Who can get an unpixelated naked photo of him? I'm willing to pay a high price for it."

Sharon read the messages delightfully. She didn't think that there was anything wrong at all with others having obscene thoughts about her husband.

She joined the chat by stating, "Hello, ladies. Get your money ready. I have exclusive news for you."

The group chat became lively again. The young girls who had lost their minds were competing and bidding crazily, just like the people at the auction site.

"Sharon, how did you know so much about these things that even Sierra, the Informant, doesn't know about?" someone asked in confusion when she discovered that something was amiss.

Especially when the subject was a man of a godlike level like Stanley.

Sharon had already prepared for such a question, so she answered it at ease with a rhetorical question, "What's my major?"

Someone replied, "Our Media and Communication University is quite well-known."

Sharon snapped her fingers and said, "That's right. I'm studying media, major in journalism. Oriana Fallaci, the world's top female reporter, is my idol. Stanley's gossip is a great stepping stone for me to professional journalism. I'm the only one who can get the exclusive news that others can't. Am I awesome?"

She was so full of herself that she didn't notice Stanley coming out of the bathroom at all.

He came out of the bathroom and saw Sharon lying on the bed, revealing her two slender legs. She wrapped those legs around his waist last night, her posture and expression as charming as a vixen. Now she crossed her lower legs and hooked her toes together, looking as naughty and adorable as an elf.

As she lay on the bed, her curvy figure was in full view. Her curves were undulating where her waist and hips lines were prominent. Although she was still young, she already had soul-stirring femininity.

Stanley's eyes darkened at the sight as he walked over.

Scarlett was getting more and more excited with her chats until his deep voice suddenly sounded above her head, "Is your idol Oriana Fallaci?"

"Oh, my god!"

Sharon was so shocked that she jumped up directly from the bed and turned around in a panic. That was when she saw Stanley standing behind her.

Did he fly around like a ghost? How could he not make any sound when he walked? He scared her!

Moreover, how long had he been standing behind her?

How much had he seen?

Had he seen all the messages she had with her friends?

Oh god!

Her face was turning pale. She licked the dry corners of her lips and stood there at a loss.

Stanley frowned. "Didn't you hear me?"

"Uh... huh?"

"Is your idol Oriana Fallaci?"

Sharon swallowed, her heart almost jumping out of her mouth. "Did... Did you see it?"

Stanley said frankly, "I only saw this name." Phew!

After a long sigh of relief, Sharon calmed down and nodded. "Yes. My idol is the world's top female reporter."

For a girl her age, they were supposed to adore Jewel or young hunks. It was a little unusual for her to idolize Oriana Fallaci.

Stanley raised his eyebrows. "Is becoming a reporter your dream?"

Sharon nodded. "Yes!"

"You?"

What did he mean by that? Did he look down on her?

Sharon snorted. "What's wrong with that? Do you think I can't be a reporter? I want to be a strong woman in the future!"

She? A strong woman?

With that petite body frame of hers?

She was just about as tall as his chest level. Her skinny figure and childlike puffy face were unconvincing at all. He could even lift her up with one hand. Did she really want to be a strong woman with that physique?

"Do you want to be a reporter? Fine, I'll give

you a chance to interview me."