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?"

her silence and didn't bother to argue

it took Jessie off-guard, and her strong confidence almost overwhelmed Jessie too. Physically, Sherry was intimidating as well, as she seemed to

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

my husband's

to me. He provides for me everything I need and all that I can ever I want.

the insults, Sherry could only look at her

who had shown her so much kindness, would be kind to her all her life, but she was wrong. Oh, what a ridiculous and stupid girl she

said aloud and retreated to the side, and Jessie startled at her words. From the corner of her eyes, she

second, and she wondered how much the man had heard, but she

him, all the bitterness and anger wiped from her face like she was a new

worried about you. Let me take care of

observing her reaction. And when he saw that she didn't seem the littlest bit upset, his face darkened at once, and he turned the

boomed around the room, as he pulled his hand from

Get out of my

a glimmer of doubt flashed through her eyes. 'Why did he brush my hand away like my very touch burned his skin? And how could

a stiff smile on her face, as she stepped

let me stay here. I'll take care of you," she said in the sweetest tone that she could manage, and she lowered her head so that she 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 what she was talking

if in a challenge, and Sherry could understand

no doubt that it meant,