Man, what's wrong with you?

Ding-dong... ding-dong...

At this moment, the doorbell broke the rare tranquility that had covered the room like a silk blanket, and Sherry was taken away from her thoughts.

She stopped writing and got up to open the door, her brows furrowed, wondering who would come at this time. The door opened to the sight of a stunning woman who was dressed in an enchanting and coquettish way. It was Jessie.

"It's you!"

Evidently, Jessie didn't expect to see Sherry either, as she appeared stunned and out of place, her mouth wide open in surprise.

But she recovered at once and straightened her posture, her chest puffing out like a prize cock. Without waiting for Sherry's response, she pushed her way inside and said, "Yes, it's me, you tramp! You slept with my husband after you met him once, didn't you?"

Sherry startled at the blunt accusation, but she immediately gathered herself and answered icily, "Please show some respect. This is not a den, so please don't flounce here like a rabid animal."

Jessie was speechless because when she came in, she was expecting a cowardly girl who was afraid of her, but she definitely didn't expect this.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. It was a long moment before she could rally all the anger inside her and talk.

"Respect? You don't deserve my respect!"

With one hand on her waist, she thrust a finger at Sherry's chest sharply and shouted in her face, "You didn't respect my marriage when you seduced my husband, you harlot! And you even dare to enter my house? Do you have no decency left in you, or are you proud that you are just a mistress?"

Sherry kept her silence and didn't bother

confidence almost overwhelmed Jessie too. Physically, Sherry was intimidating as well, as she seemed to be a foot taller than Jessie, even

hatred is the easiest reaction. So the face of this woman, who seemed confident in her skin despite Jessie's repeated verbal assault, filled her with

you, even if you've taken my husband's body, you will never get his

anyone else, and in the end, after he is tired of you, he will go back to me. He provides for me everything I need and all that I can ever I want. He will even buy me the moon if I want

Sherry could only look at

who had shown her so much kindness, would be kind to

startled at her words. From the corner of

a second, and she wondered how much the man had heard, but she quickly recovered as if nothing

face like she was a new person, and she grasped

about you. Let

saw that she didn't seem the littlest bit upset, his face darkened at once,

boomed around the room, as he pulled his hand

out! Get out

away like my very touch burned his skin? And how

that stabbed her mercilessly, but she forced a stiff smile on her face, as she stepped forward and

could look at him through her eyelashes, a technique that men were particularly weak to. "You know how well I can make you happy," she continued coquettishly, leaving no doubt

at Sherry slyly, as if in a challenge, and Sherry could

was no doubt that it meant, "I will stay and