Man, what's wrong with you?

Jeremy had been listening to him for a while, so now, his muscles were all bunched up with tension, as the other man's voice grated against his ear.

The words coming from the man's mouth made him want to shove his hand in there and pull out his tongue.

With a scoff, he crushed the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, almost grinding it into powder, and then threw it aside.

Steve was a blockhead who couldn't get a clue, so he still approached Jeremy and said, "Jeremy, can you help me ask her out tonight? I can't wait anymore! In return, I will give you a virgin, okay?"

When he heard that, Jeremy was struck dumb, and his face turned sickly pale in an instant.

Even before, Steve often made fun of him to test how much he cared about his women. However, this time, it made him think.

Had he treated Sherry so badly that Steve couldn't notice the difference?

"Steve, I want to tell you something later, but let me make a call first," he said to pacify Steve.

Then, he took out his phone and called Sherry.

In his mind, the least that he could do for her was to keep her identity confidential. After all, she had been his wife for so many years. But then, he determined that it was probably okay to let Steve know.

Between the choice of telling Steve or not, he decided that this was better since he didn't want Steve to keep thinking about her all the time.

"Sherry, I'm in the bar where we met last time. Can you please come here? Steve is here too. I..." Jeremy trailed off into silence when he thought of Jeffery all of a sudden.

His voice, which was originally polite and kind, suddenly turned icy and domineering, and as Sherry listened to him, it felt like ice-cold water was poured over her head.

"Sorry, I can't. I'm busy right now."

before she quickly

held her cellphone tightly, her fingertips whitening with too much

voice rang in

that time, that she could not help but begin to doubt, but then, she didn't think that Jeremy would agree

received shattered her only hope, and she began to cry in

it made crescent-shaped indents that were deep enough

nothing in this world that could hurt her as much as the

forlornly in front of the familiar villa and had just taken out her keys, but she

was not

the blue,

at the window through which she could still see the curtain inside, and she couldn't help the brittle

this place, the apartment that she had bought with

reminded herself not to think too much, and then she

upstairs when a strange sound came from the roadside, and

and found a slightly long-haired young man, who was squatting against a tree and vomiting. The hair on her arms stood on their ends from the repeated

and even though she was used to

in her tracks, and disbelief and surprise overtook her face. The man who was retching on the sidewalk

'Why is he here?'

of thoughts at that moment,

she helped him because she had just

as Jeremy's words came unbidden unto her

from the effort of not looking back. By name, she was still Jeremy's wife, so it would be

leave his presence, the sound of retching echoed once again. A pained groan echoed

he was slumped against