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.

already be at work," she said pointedly. Jeremy frowned, because her answer had just completely ignored the most important

nothing. A shadow passed over his

another part of him

past 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 meeting his eyes. She walked upstairs. He heard

remark left Jeremy even more uneasy. He stood where she had left

different. It honestly made him

sat down at his large, ornate desk,

saw the document lying unobtrusively inside, face-down, but he made no move to look at

always wanted? He placed a hand on the divorce agreement, and saw with self-disgust that his hand

closed. He laid out the divorce agreement on

was about to go to the living room, the door was pushed open.

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 spots clung to her

ask, "Why are you

signed divorce agreement in his hands, and his words got

so oddly. She decided to go straight to the point. "All right, you

way she addressed him made him irrationally angry.

her lips together.

had already

bad for your heart. You have to take care of your health! Don't place any unnecessary burdens on your

began, not knowing what he was going to

hurt in his bloodshot eyes. He didn't finish his sentence. He was losing his balance as he staggered into the living