Man, what's wrong with you?

Chapter 23 A Good Show In The Kitchen

Jeffery heard the doorbell ring, his heart grew heavy because of the lesson he had received before.

Sherry heard the doorbell and immediately stood up to get the door.

Once she had opened the door, she was shocked.

Jeremy was standing outside in his black suit and white shirt; he was very tall in stature. He managed to instantly block the door.

His was wearing his usual serious face, stern and cold. She couldn't help but be captivated by his appearance. Even though she had decided to leave him, she was still having feelings for him.

"Why won't you just go home?" Jeremy walked in after he had said this. He caught sight of Jeffery eating in the living room.

He stopped eating and put down the chopsticks in his hands. He stood up and stared at Jeremy.

The two men stood there, one a simple student, and the other the president of a company.

"Care to explain why he’s here?" Jeremy stared at Sherry as if waiting for an explanation.

"I ran into him on my way back from the grocery store. He offered to carry my bags and I obliged. To thank him, I offered him to stay for dinner," Sherry explained.

"Is that so?" Jeremy saw that her clothes were dirty and decided that she might not have been lying. He then glanced back at Jeffery.

He looked at Jeffery from head-to-toe. He knew he had come from a poor family.

He then caught sight of the slippers he wore. Those were the slippers that Sherry bought for him!

She bought him those slippers after they got married. She had bought several couple’s themed items, such as couple’s pajamas, tea cups, and the slippers.

She nodded and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

She saw how bothered Jeremy was and followed the direction of his eyes.

She saw that he was eyeing the slippers Jeffery had on, and then she noticed that he was wearing leather shoes. "Oh! You should remove your shoes before heading inside," she then grabbed a pair of men’s slippers from the bottom cabinet. They were brand new men’s slippers. "You can use these."

Although Jeremy was angry that she let Jeffery wear the slippers but he decided to dismiss it since now was not the time to act out.

After he had put on his slippers, he held Sherry’s shoulder and moved her to the dining table.

"Hello, Mr. Ou." He and Jeffery stared at each other for a long time. It was enough of a response to the other.

Jeremy then seated himself near Sherry. "Honey can you get me a bowl of rice?"

The atmosphere grew tense. Sherry hesitantly went to fill a bowl of rice for him. When she left the room, Jeremy looked at Jeffery. "Why don't you take a seat?"

After hearing what Jeremy had said, he awkwardly sat back down.

She filled a bowl with rice and brought a pair of chopsticks. She passed them down to Jeremy and then sat down.

"So, you live in this apartment?" Jeremy asked. Sherry noticed the change in the tone of his voice; it was deeper.

Jeffery nodded and replied, "Yes."

He realized that the two could possibly have the same encounter again soon. "How’s your job at the bar?"

Jeffery's face grew dim and didn't reply.

She looked at Jeremy, displeased that he brought up that question. "You should just eat, don’t talk so much." Then she placed more dishes in Jeremy's bowl.

The air of silence was thick. Sherry began to regret letting Jeremy in. She knew he would ask all these questions that would make Jeffery uncomfortable.

She cared so much for Jeffery and that upset Jeremy. He continued, "Since he is your friend, isn't it normal to care about him?"

"Thank you for your concern. I have been doing good in my job," Jeffery said timidly.

He knew that he shouldn’t be ashamed of his work. A man like Jeremy who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth could never understand.

"Hurry up. The dishes are getting cold." Sherry interrupted Jeremy again before he could say anything.

He nodded. "I don’t usually get guests often, so please, eat more."

Jeremy entertained Jeffery as the host here. Sherry sat opposite to him and ate beside Jeremy. They were indeed a sweet couple.

All they could hear was the sound of chewing meals, and Jeremy telling Sherry to eat more.

Sherry felt that Jeremy was trying to flaunt by being too nice and she was amused by it. She just wished that he could find another way to show affection instead of placing more food in her bowl. 'Don't

you think it's naive?' she thought.

After dinner, Jeffery was feeling anxious. "I need to leave, Sherry. I have work to do so I should go first," he said as Sherry poured water into his glass.

"Isn't it a bit too late to be heading to work?" Jeremy interrupted again saying, "Oh right, your job is in the evening. I almost forgot."

Jeffery's eyebrows wrinkled when he heard Jeremy's remark. He clenched his fists.

Sherry shouted, "Jeremy, can you please stop!"

"It's not often we have guests. Why don't you stay a little longer. Could it be Sherry's fault why you 're leaving in such a hurry? Did she mistreat you this evening?"

Jeffery saw how unhappy Sherry was and explained, "No, it's not like that."

"Did you like the meal? My wife is a very good cook," Jeremy said.

"Yes, she's a very good cook." Jeffery smiled weakly

Sherry poured water into each of their glasses and then collected the bowls and headed to the kitchen to clean them off. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Jeremy stared at Jeffery with sneering eyes, which made Jeffery restless. Before Jeremy could say something to mock him, his phone rang.

He reached for his phone in his bag. It was a text message from Sherry, which read, "Don't cross the line, Jeremy."

He placed the phone in his back pocket, and then got up and made his way to the kitchen.

Jeffery sighed in relief as he left.

Sherry scrubbed off the remaining traces of food on the bowls, her hands covered in soap bubbles. She kept her long black hair tied loosely and wore an apron that was tightly wrapped around her slim waist. Although her attire was plain, she still looked beautiful.

Too busy with the dishes, she didn't notice the man creeping up on her. She felt hands grasping her waist. She turned around and saw Jeremy's shadowy eyes.

"What are you doing here?" "Where is Jeffery?" she asked. She rushed to the kitchen door.

From where she was standing, she couldn't see Jeffery.

"Why are you so nervous?" He spoke in a low voice.

"Well...." she stammered. "Can you please let me go!" She tried to push him away, but her hands were slippery from the soap, making it hard to remove his grip.

"You came here just to meet him?"

"No, I did not!" She quickly washed her hands while his grip maintained on her waist. Her wet hands marked his chest as she tried to escape.

"Then why did you leave all of a sudden?" She could feel his body heat on her chest; it was as hot as an iron wall. He put his arms over her slender waist, and spoke in a low voice.

"I thought you wanted a divorce." Her voice was gentle but strong. She looked away, avoiding his gaze.

He suddenly lifted his hand and held her chin. "I know what you're trying to do. Now stop the excuses!" he said impatiently.

He saw through her and knew she was captivated by him. He knew she was trying to seduce him by playing hard to get.

"I'm not making up excuses." She caught sight of the injury on his forehead. "Did you remove the gauze?"

Jeremy had removed the gauze, and that part was red and swollen, which looked hilarious.

"Yes." He wasn't bothered by her question. He leaned in closer to her and then started kissing her.

"Wait a minute ..." He continued to kiss her. She tried to push him away, but she was overpowered. His arms grasped her tightly, trapping her.

She didn't want to push his head for fear that she might inflict pain on the bare wound on his forehead.

"Don’t wait. I want it now," he murmured.

Jeffery sat in the living room for a long time. He didn't see them come out of the kitchen but since he could hear them talking, he decided not to disturb.

Sherry felt very uncomfortable. Suddenly, she felt that her body was lifted up by him. Jeremy carried her in his arms and let her sit on the kitchen counter.

Jeremy lifted her up again to change the position, this time facing the door. She had gone numb and leaned on him; her cheeks were flushed cherry red and her lips swollen from his bites.

A satisfied smile appeared on Jeremy's face, which was reflected in Sherry's eyes. She felt extremely embarrassed. Biting her lips, she said, "There is still someone outside. Please stop!"

Once she spoke, she noticed how rough and alluring her voice was.

She wondered if he acted this way because of Jeffery.

After he was done, he held her hair with his finger tips and twirled it around. "Don't worry. I'll tell the poor boy he has no chance."

Once she heard this, she came to her senses. She clenched her fists and started hitting his chest. "I hate you! How could you do this? I hate you!"

She was tired of being humiliated by him like this.

He knew she was thinking about Jeffery, who was still outside.

"Why do you hate me?" He leaned in closer. "Is it because of what I did?" he whispered in her ear with his charming and sexy voice.

Even if she tried to muffle the sound of her voice, it was still loud enough to be heard from the living room.