Man, what's wrong with you?

When they were done drinking the wine, Jeremy and Steve headed back to the villa since it was already getting dark. At that moment, the villa was so quiet that he felt so empty and could not help feeling a little uneasy.

Taking off his shoes, he lounged on the sofa and yelled out, "Sherry! Sherry! Come out!"

Truth be told, he was rather displeased with what Steve had said earlier. Apart from that, Sherry hung up on him without saying a word. Because of that, he was in such a foul mood and wanted to let off some steam.

However, there was no other sound other than his loud roar in the empty villa.

With the alcohol's effects kicking in, he suddenly kicked the door to Sherry's bedroom open, leaned against the door and shouted, "Show yourself, Sherry! Don't think you can get away by hiding here!"

After waiting for quite a while, Jeremy finally realized that Sherry, who always waited for him at home, didn't come back.

Faced with this empty villa, a sudden feeling of solitude rose from deep within his heart.

Although fleeting, there was a tinge of pain in his chest. But for some reason, he could still feel it clearly.

What did she usually do at home to kill some time?

With his eyebrows deeply knit, he lay on the sofa. Even though he didn't really have too much to drink, it felt so strange not being able to sip the sober-up soup that he always drank every night.

Even after trying several times, he just couldn't fall asleep. In the end, he decided to just let Sherry come back.

When he gave Sherry a call, he was a little bit expectant deep down. During the past three years, not once had he ever felt like this—hoping that Sherry would pick up her phone right away.

Thinking of that clear and sweet voice in his ear, his heart couldn't keep its calm and became filled with excitement.

this moment, Sherry was climbing the stairs, holding some sober-up pills in her

take sober-up pills. Although he would wake

walls of the old apartment were

Sherry heard that her phone was ringing. The familiar ringtone had been especially designed for Jeremy. That call in the afternoon suddenly cropped up in her mind again. This made

he calling for

planning to introduce me to

sore. After closing them hard, she quickly picked up the key and opened the

as she opened the door, the sound of the ringtone

blood all over her body suddenly running

daze for a second, she rushed toward Jeffery and snatched the phone from his hand. "Jeremy, don't

phone was hung up. Left utterly dumfounded,

laughing, shook her

However, it seemed that it made no sense explaining to him. 'He doesn't

Wait, angry?'

thought of this, she picked up the phone and checked the call

was only one second before the call got connected. Clearly all her explanation wasn't

face. She remembered the call in the afternoon. Suddenly, the feeling of satisfaction from revenge started brewing in

a while, she pressed the answer

voice protested from the other end

before. But

"It's me,"