Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry didn't return to the villa until the next morning.

She had looked after a drunken man for a whole night, staying up to make sure he was comfortable, and then she had left to get some much needed alone time at the mall. She had gone shopping. It took a while to find a phone that was exactly the same model as her previous one. As soon as she arrived home, she wanted nothing more than to shower and have a good, long sleep.

She had just entered and was changing her shoes when she saw Jeremy walk out of the living room. She paused, for she hadn't expected him to be here.

Shouldn't he be at work?

She quickly recovered and went back to slipping on her home shoes. When she looked at him again, her expression was pleasant, as though it was nothing unusual for him to be home at this time of day. "Good morning." He stopped at the doorway to the living room, watching her with a faint smile on his face. She thought there was an air of self-deprecation in his smile.

She thought rather sourly that he probably couldn't wait to get divorced from her.

Jeremy was also surprised to see her, but he didn't let his surprise show in his expression.

Her straight hair had been curled, and the long locks fell in soft waves down her back, perfectly framing her beautiful face. She looked absolutely lovely. Something about her gleaming hair and glowing skin made him want to drag her up to bed right now, where he could have his way with her.

But the impulse only lasted for a second. He remembered that she hadn't returned last night, and that her phone had been turned off. He could only imagine what she had been up to! A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"It's nine o'clock. It's a bit early, isn't it? I would have thought you'd stay for longer with that waiter. You seemed really reluctant to leave."

For a moment, Sherry was stunned at his accusation. Then she shook her head and let out a short laugh.

It didn't matter what he said now. She'd already gotten used to hearing such things from him. This was only a sarcastic remark, and actually pretty mild, all things considered.

people who should already be at work," she said pointedly. Jeremy frowned, because her answer had just completely ignored the most important part of what he said. It was as though

said nothing. A shadow passed

of him felt like arguing with her, taking offense at her cavalier manner. But another part of him was still stuck on how beautiful she looked, and just wanted

him. "I know you're eager to finalize the divorce. I'll just take a shower and then we'll iron out all the details," she said without

Jeremy even more uneasy. He stood

different. It honestly

his study. He sat down at his large, ornate desk, pulling open the drawer where the

face-down, but he made no move to look

divorce the outcome he had always wanted? He placed a hand on the

forcefully shoved the drawer closed. He laid out the divorce agreement on top of

the door was pushed

still wearing the old set of home wear. The pastel pink fabric set off her fair skin. She looked luminous. Her long curly hair had not been blow-dried, and it hung in damp waves down her shoulders, leaving drops of water on her clothes. The wet

wanted to ask, "Why

couldn't forget the signed divorce agreement in his hands, and his words got stuck in

why he was behaving so oddly. She decided to go straight to the point. "All right, you want to talk about the divorce now? Tell me what I should

irrationally angry. "Sherry, don't forget, we're not divorced yet,"

her lips together. What

she had already signed the

have to take care of your health! Don't place any unnecessary

not knowing what he was going to

hurt in his bloodshot eyes. He didn't finish his sentence. He was losing his