Man, what's wrong with you?

A few moments later, the soup was ready.

Jeremy tended to be sleepy whenever he got drunk but this time around, he made sure to be energetic. He sat up on the sofa. Despite being a little dizzy, he tried to be alert.

Silence filled the air as Sherry brought the soup and placed it on the table. He picked the bowl up and drank the soup.

The soup was sweet and warm much like Sherry was who had her head lowered at that moment.

They didn't talk to each other until Jeremy had finished the soup.

Sherry bent over to clean up. She put away the bowl and wiped the table clean. Just as she was about to get up, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

"Ah!"

she yelped, startled.

Consequently, she dropped the bowl she was holding on the carpet.

She could feel her heart beating a mile a minute. Before she could even realize what was happening, she was already lying on the sofa with Jeremy's body pressing down against hers.

He looked at her seductively as his hot breath swept her neck.

He planted a kiss on her skin, leaving a kiss mark.

of his weight against

time. Despite having been married for three years already, she still felt

she caught a whiff of perfume that bothered her. The perfume was

"Achoo!"

to restrain herself

long after, he lowered his head once more and started

nose. She tried her best to tolerate it but she couldn't ignore the pain that

feeling well. How

As much as

hearing this, Jeremy was visibly

Sherry would refuse him

each other was a given. Why

to take a

was seething. He stood up from the sofa and glared at

bathroom, he slammed the door shut, a loud

felt her chest tighten. She clutched her chest as

lying in her bed. She looked up into the darkness, her mind

intimate with him, she just couldn't bring herself to tolerate

Bang!

door thundered once more

the