Chapter 7 Looking Like a Pitiful Little Animal

Sharon was shocked to receive Anthony's incoming call. She knew about the existence of the personal assistant who was working for Stanley, and he was also the one who helped register her and Stanley's marriage.

Generally speaking, the assistant would not contact her, so Sharon was a little flustered to receive his call out of the blue.

"Did something happen?" she wondered.

"Melody, I'll go out and answer the phone. I'll be back soon."

Without waiting for Melody's answer, Sharon hurriedly ran out, feeling her heart in her throat.

"Hello," she immediately answered the call as soon as she was outside. "PA Charles, what's the matter?"

The atmosphere inside the car was so silent as if the air froze.

Sharon sat upright and didn't even dare to breathe loudly. She could feel the immense pressure coming from the man beside her. The space in the car was small that she could touch the man with a single move.

Her head was running fast like a machine. She couldn't figure out why Stanley would come to the school to find her.

When Anthony told her that they were on the opposite side of the road on the phone, she was so shocked her heart almost jumped out of her ribcage.

If her collegemates knew her relationship with Stanley, she would definitely be bombarded with endless questions by the gossip girls in the school.

Therefore, without needing Anthony to say anything, she immediately got into the car on her own accord.

Now, the car was extremely quiet with a bit of awkwardness.

Sharon wanted to say something.

"What should I say?"

"Should I ask if he had a meal?"

She opened her mouth and was about to speak...

However, the car, which was driving straight, suddenly swerved, causing Sharon to fall to the side uncontrollably.

She fell on the man's body with her face down.

Sharon was stunned and could not respond for a moment.

"Get up!"

The faintly suppressed male voice sounded above her head with a bit of hoarseness.

Sharon got up quickly. She had experienced sex before, so when she came to her senses, she quickly understood what had just happened, and then her face blushed so red.

Sharon looked at the man and hurriedly explained, "I swear, I didn't do it on purpose!"

Stanley frowned.

Sharon became even more anxious, thinking that he didn't believe her. She tugged his sleeve and swore in order to prove her innocence, "I swear, if I intentionally take advantage of you, then I can't graduate from college..."

"Stop it!"

His cold voice interjected her before she could finish speaking.

"He look so grumpy. He must be angry."

Sharon felt wronged and her integrity was jeopardized. She must have been taken for a female pervert. She was actually a pure little girl. "What should I do to explain myself?"

"It's all because of PA Charles for suddenly swerving the car. I haven't fastened my seat belt so I can't control my body. I've already apologized. What else can I do..." she complained.

This man was really petty.

Stanley took a deep breath and said, "Shut up!"

Sharon was infuriated. She was already being so modest, what else did he want?

"Fine! I'm going to stop being so submissive!"

"Do whatever he likes then. I don't care!"

She snorted and was about to sit back to her seat when a hand suddenly reached out and pushed her away firmly.

Sharon was stunned.

Stanley frowned and withdrew his hand. His handsome face filled with contempt. "Did you eat garlic?"

Sharon was stunned.

What did he say?

"Sit over there. Anthony, open the window!" he ordered with disdain.

"...Yes."

Anthony silently opened the window, glanced at the stunned Sharon, and sympathized with his young Madam.

Although his boss was not talkative, when he did, his words were hurtful.

Sharon, who had been stiff for the whole time she was in the car, started moving slowly. She moved her body to one side and loosened her grip on Stanley's clothes. Then, she shrank to the corner, leaned against the door, turned her head to look out of the window, and poked her finger on the window, looking rather awkward.

Stanley's brows twitched as he watched the woman's every tiny little movement.

The woman curled up into a ball like a stray cat. She occasionally glanced at him and then quickly withdrew her gazes, looking like a pitiful little animal.

This version of Sharon reminded Stanley of a pet he had raised previously.

The pet would put up exactly the same expression as Sharon now when it was scolded and felt wronged.

The corners of Stanley's mouth curled upward. He suddenly felt delightful as a smile flashed across his eyes.