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.

feel the warmth of his weight against

having been married

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

"Achoo!"

pale. She tried her best to restrain herself but in the end,

angry. Not long after, he lowered his head once more and

She tried her best to tolerate

feeling well. How about

Jeremy leaving to answer a call popped in her mind. As much as she wanted to

Jeremy was visibly

thought that Sherry would refuse him on something

wife after all. Being intimate with each other was a given. Why would she

to take a

the sofa and glared at Sherry before heading to

inside the bathroom, he slammed the door shut, a loud

walk away, she felt her chest tighten. She clutched her chest as

quick shower before lying in her bed. She looked up into the darkness,

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

Bang!

once more throughout

the car engine starting and