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

hadn't been intimate like this in a long time. Despite having been married for three years already, she still

sudden, she caught a whiff of perfume that bothered her. The perfume

"Achoo!"

tried her best to restrain herself but in the

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

the perfume filled Sherry's nose. She tried her best to tolerate it but

well. How

popped in her mind. As much as she wanted to be

Jeremy was visibly

Sherry would refuse him on something like

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

going to take

sofa and glared at Sherry

slammed the

she felt her chest tighten. She clutched her chest as she

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

she just couldn't bring herself to tolerate what

Bang!

door thundered once more

distance, she could hear the