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?"

leave me. I

his gaze on

her lips,

was going on? Who was she dreaming about? Even in her dream, she was begging this

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

cut her wrist

he looked at her wrist in disbelief.

to know her more as he didn't want anything

he turned off

morning, the sun shone brightly through the window as it reflected on the

Jeremy was sitting across

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

were the

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

of leather shoes. As he spoke, his eyes gleamed and his voice was lively. It was hard to believe

Chester said with a smile.

his hand into the middle of the table and said, "Then please show

the creative director, Langston Liang, had glanced at the contract and said with a smile, "Last night, Mr. Ou suddenly made a series of rather demanding requirements. Needless to say, we were caught off guard. We still need to prepare

He was extremely upset about the fact that Chester was with Sherry. This

In the lounge.

her hands to cover her eyes and it took her a while before she was finally able

the sun broke through the

that she had been

blanket fell on the floor as soon as she stood up.

kept recalling what had happened the previous

she knew was that her head was throbbing but she still couldn't recall what had happened. It seemed as if she had sent an e-mail to a client and had been

then remembered that Chester had brought

entire

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

black and white. Even the file cabinets were black. She

she walked towards the door and opened

suits having a meeting. They were all looking at

she couldn't hear them from outside. If she had, she wouldn't have opened the

she stammered. She couldn't believe that she would see the last person

a white

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

had been

the previous night and when he called her, she didn't answer. He was up all night worrying about

disheveled hair and rumpled clothes. Her

explanation for all of this