Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry and Chester had already been chatting for a while and still, the client hadn't replied yet. When they had finished eating the roast chicken, they started drinking beer.

Chester had brought several cans of beer and he quickly went through all of them as he started talking about his college days.

"I heard you were quite popular back in the day. The professors said you were very popular with the girls. Everyone wanted to date you. You were practically everyone's dream guy!" Sherry's cheeks were already flushing as she was already a bit drunk.

Chester could see that. Still, he gazed at her with a smile on his face.

This was a completely different from Sherry from how she normally acted.

"Are you saying that you had a crush on me during that time?" he asked with a smile.

Stunned for a moment, Sherry shook her head. Then she said frankly, "No, I liked someone else back then."

Chester raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised at Sherry's honesty. "Really? Who did you like back then? Who could you possibly have a crush on?"

Sherry narrowed her eyes and smiled. She put her index finger against her lips and whispered, "That's a secret."

After she spoke, she raised her head and downed a big gulp of beer. Then she clicked her tongue as if to say that she wanted more.

The beer he had brought was imported and it tasted very good. However, Sherry couldn't drink much as she didn't really want to get drunk again.

As Chester looked at Sherry, he couldn't help but wonder to himself if Sherry was the type to get crazy whenever she got drunk. He didn't really like taking care of people like that.

Still, he didn't stop her from drinking more. Sherry was already tongue-tied just from finishing her first can. By the time she had finished drinking her second, she was already leaning on the table.

"Sherry," he called softly.

She merely mumbled in response, still not budging.

As Sherry lay her head on the table, her hair fell consequently covering her entire face. Chester then reached out to lift her hair away from her face, showing her lovely face.

Staring at her for a while, he suddenly stood up.

Upon checking, he saw that there was still no new e-mail—the client still hadn't responded. He then turned off the computer and bent down to pick up Sherry.

It was already 11 at night. He had gotten her address from her resume but he didn't want to drive her home.

So he went up to the elevator to take her to the lounge behind his office.

Suddenly, Sherry groaned, giving a loud burp. Chester merely smiled to himself upon hearing this. She was so different to how she normally acted.

"You said it yourself. I've already signed my name..." she said in a daze.

After a few moments of silence, Chester asked, "What did you just say?"

me. I can change

his gaze on her

her lips, looking

Even in her dream, she was begging this person not

to cover her with. As he was placing the blanket on her, he caught sight of a shallow cut on

cut her

he looked at her wrist

more as he didn't want anything happening to his employees, most

turned off

shone brightly through the window as it reflected on

was

together too. Since they were classmates before, Jeremy's first choice of collaboration was SZ Advertising Company. Surely, it was also because that the company had

Jeremy and Chester were the other executives of

and it stated that your company would like to be exempted from any responsibility and obligation. Does your company want to transfer

and a pair of leather shoes. As

a smile. "How can you say

on his face, Jeremy threw the contract in his hand into the middle of the table and said, "Then please show

requirements. Needless to say, we were caught off guard. We still need to prepare for these new demands but we are more than ready to work with you.

about the fact that Chester was

In the lounge.

the sun hit her face. She used her hands to cover her eyes and it took her a while before she was finally able

the sun broke through the clouds, the building shone

and she suddenly remembered that she had been waiting for her client's

hair. The blanket fell on the floor as

recalling what had happened

what had happened. It seemed as if she had sent an e-mail to

then remembered that Chester had brought beer and roast chicken

the entire chicken

she control herself? She wasn't even that close to Chester. How could she have gotten drunk

looked around and noticed that almost everything was in black and white. Even the file cabinets

the door and opened

a group of men in suits having a meeting. They were all looking

them from outside. If she had, she

couldn't believe that she would see the last person she

her too. He was wearing a white shirt and

Instead, he seemed angry. The coldness in his eyes was

if his heart had been ripped out of his

when he called her, she didn't answer. He was up all

and rumpled

all of this or