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Chapter 59 Let's Get Divorced (Part One)

While she slept, Sherry was comforted by the feeling of something cold, most probably a cloth, as somebody wiped her forehead and arms clean. It cleared the uncomfortable feeling of stagnant and sticky sweat, and she wanted to open her eyes to see who was taking care of her, but no matter how hard she tried, her eyelids felt too heavy to open.

Meanwhile, Chester was sitting beside her and occasionally wiping her down. He studied her with a worried expression on his face and touched her cheek with the back of his hand, which still felt a little hot, and he whispered, "Don't be afraid. I'll be here with you."

It seemed that Sherry heard his words in her sleep, and she opened her lips as if to answer, but her eyes stayed closed, asleep.

At that moment, Chester's phone rang.

As it rang, Sherry let out a pained groan as if she was disturbed from her rest, so he hurriedly switched it into silent mode.

As he glanced at the screen, the caller ID was Jeremy.

Then, without thinking, he rejected.

Meanwhile, Jeremy was driving under the hazy light of the streetlights, and the moonlight that escaped the canopy of trees created motley shadows along his path. He had been trying to call Chester but his call was rejected!

Sherry must be in his house because there was no other explanation that would satisfy him.

He took this as confirmation of Sherry's whereabouts, so he made a sharp turn, disregarding any laws he might have broken, and drove like the devil was behind him. All he knew at that moment was that he needed to get to Chester's house.

While he was checking his phone, Chester heard Sherry's whimper in pain, so he strode toward her, worry evident on his face.

She was sweating all over once again, which made her hair look like a rumpled mess, and her cheeks were flushed from her fever.

He frowned at this. She was sweating too much and her fever was climbing up, and if this continued, she would need to be brought to a hospital.

When she had settled once again, he tucked her in and called his secretary.

"Come to my house right now, Beisy," Chester said over the phone, as he leaned by the wall just outside his room.

Beisy was surprised when he called, as she was hanging out with her friends, but professionalism won out, so she nodded immediately and said, "Okay, I'll be there soon."

"All right. Thanks."

As soon as Chester hung up, Beisy left her friends, who were still drinking, behind. She rushed outside and flagged a taxi, and she told the driver the address before she even sat down.

Why did her boss suddenly ask her to come to his home at this time? She contemplated this strange instruction all the way to Chester's house.

Thankfully, the cab driver drove as fast as he could, and before she knew it, she was in the villa where Chester lived.

"Mr. Gu, what can I do for you?" Beisy asked respectfully.

As soon as Chester saw her, a relieved sigh escaped him, and he motioned her closer. "Sherry is upstairs. Please go and change her clothes for her."

Of course, he needed her for that since there was no way that he could take advantage of Sherry in that way.

When Beisy heard this, her eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered and said, "Oh, okay. I'll go and change her clothes."

"She has a fever and a wound on her back, so please be careful not to touch the wound while you change her clothes." As he spoke, he also led Beisy up the stairs to where Sherry was currently resting.

They walked in silence because she was still reeling from surprise at the meticulous care he was ready to provide for Sherry.

Of course, he was her boss so she could not just say what she wanted. She kept quiet instead and stiffly nodded her head to acknowledge his instructions.

She was even more surprised when he led her to the master bedroom.

"Come in but be quiet," Chester whispered to her for fear of waking up Sherry.

She swallowed hard and quietly walked into the room.

Inside, she found Sherry, who was lying weakly on the bed. Her body looked so frail and ashen that she wondered why she was here instead of a hospital.

She took the men's pajamas that were placed by the bedside, and moving gently but quickly, she began to change Sherry's clothes.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Chester remained outside, patiently waiting for Beisy to call him.

"Mr. Gu, I am done changing Sherry's clothes," said Beisy in her quietest voice.

"Okay, you can leave now!" He walked Beisy to the door and afterward, went back to his room, where Sherry was still sleeping.

It was dark inside, as the room was dimly lit by the street lights that shone from outside. He stood quietly at her bedside, silently lurking like a shadow in the night.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again, which confused Chester greatly because he thought that Beisy had forgotten something and had come back. But when he went downstairs and opened the door, It was not her that he had found.

It was Jeremy!

"Mr. Ou, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Chester asked in surprise.

But Jeremy only scoffed in response and pushed his way inside without Chester's permission.

"Hey, Jeremy! Stop!" Chester shouted after him in a displeased tone, and he hurried after him to stop him.

However, Jeremy could not be stopped. He looked at Chester with disdain, his eyes sharp and furious, but he did not say a word. Instead, he pushed him violently, and as Chester stumbled back in surprise, he strode in like he owned the place, determined to find Sherry.

"Where is Sherry? Sherry!" Jeremy's deep voice echoed inside the villa.

Chester came at him once again, a sneer on his face. "Mr. Ou, you just entered my house without my permission. That is trespassing. Get out of here at once, or I will call the police."

"Sherry! Where are you?" Jeremy continued shouting and turned a deaf ear to Chester's complaints, and when he could not find Sherry there, he strode determinedly to the upper floor.

He could not believe that Sherry was not here. Where else could she go? Sherry didn't return to the hospital, nor did she go back home, so she must be here.

Chester ran behind Jeremy and shouted angrily, "Jeremy, didn't you hear me?"

"Sherry, answer me!" Jeremy shouted as he rushed to the second floor.

And he haphazardly opened the doors of each room, but he still could not find her.

Finally, he reached the master's bedroom and slammed its door open.