Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry was captivated by the stranger's eyes. It felt like it had been forever since anyone looked at her that way.

He had told her it wasn't a good idea to keep drinking, and she decided it was time to take his advice. She switched from cocktails to water and sodas. Eventually, Linda said that she needed to leave because she had urgent matters to deal with. She asked Sherry if she wanted to leave, too. Sherry hesitated for a moment, then said she'd rather stay.

When Linda left, Sherry thanked the waiters for keeping them company and said they could get back to work now. But when the waiter who had told her to stop drinking stood to go, she blurted out, "Please stay and have a few more drinks with me." He flushed and sat down next to her. Now it was just the two of them.

The handsome young waiter seemed rather shy, and he didn't say much. Sherry did most of the talking. She had no interest in talking about anything serious, so she chatted about inane things like the weather, sports, and celebrities. He just sat there, listening and occasionally responding to her comments. It made her smile. His name was Jeffrey Xia, and he had beautiful eyes.

She realized that those warm, intense eyes reminded her of a younger Jeremy.

Back then, Jeremy had also looked at her in that way, with warmth and concern and interest. Once, Jeremy's eyes had made her giddy—he had made her feel as though nothing in the world was more important than looking at her.

As Sherry and Jeffrey Xia chatted, they didn't realize that someone was watching them.

It was none other than Steve. Beside him sat Jeremy, who maintained an indifferent and dignified air.

"Jeremy, your woman seems to be in a good mood!" jibed Steve. He arched his eyebrows at Jeremy and grinned, deliberately trying to provoke him.

Jeremy held a glass of scotch, which he downed in one gulp. He glanced sternly over at where his wife was smiling and laughing with a young man he'd never seen before.

He scowled as he remembered how distant and stiff Sherry had been earlier today. But for this random waiter, she was all smiles.

That smile was familiar to Jeremy. The way she used to smile at him—as though nothing in the world gave her more pleasure than being with him—was imprinted in his memory.

fingers toying with his empty glass. He gave Steve a cool look. "What are you trying to

to say anything. I'm directly telling you that Sherry looks like she's enjoying herself,"

Jeremy did care, but he maintained a calm and aloof expression.

was no point in being so emotional

them when I went to the bathroom earlier. But now I think everyone's left and it's just Sherry and that guy." Steve spoke casually, lighting a cigarette, but he was keeping an eye

with that waiter, anyway? He looks like a womanizer. Is he getting her drunk on purpose? If this goes

in his

a burst of annoyance at the sight of his wife's lips so close to that

gave up and began looking around at the rest of the people in the bar. He stood up

to the small stage on one side of the bar and whispered something to one of the musicians setting up their instruments for a performance later tonight. After a few minutes, the lights came on over the stage,

she was watching with a rapt

on the singer onstage, and she still had that soft, affectionate smile on her

he gave in to his impulse and took

warmth of her earlier drinks and the pleasure of being with a kind person like Jeffrey Xia, when her phone began ringing. She casually took it out. When she saw who was calling, all the light disappeared from

made Jeremy even more annoyed. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" Jeremy's voice

deceive herself. He was probably in a bad mood and blaming her for not being available at his beck and call. Jeffrey Xia was still singing, but she could no longer enjoy

hated how uncomfortable it felt to have such

Sherry said vaguely. She lowered her head, feeling self-conscious, but

at her evasive answer. He almost snapped, "Do you happen to be friends with a bar

he ended the call without