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.

turned away, his slender fingers toying with his empty glass. He

directly telling you

was up to. Jeremy did care, but he maintained a calm and aloof

point in being so emotional about

waiters," said Steve. "I saw 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

Is he getting her drunk on purpose? If this goes

in his ear, and then he nudged Jeremy. "Look, why don't

at the sight of his wife's lips so close to that stranger's ear,

Steve gave up and began looking around at the rest of the people in the bar. He stood up to search for anything

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, and the strains of a romantic song began playing. The man took the microphone and started to sing. He was singing for Sherry! He was

that she was watching with a rapt expression, looking entirely absorbed in the song. He

so focused on the singer onstage, and she still had that soft,

Jeremy lit a cigarette. Then he gave in to his impulse and took out

When she saw who was calling, all the light disappeared from her face. She felt like someone had thrown cold water over

more annoyed. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" Jeremy's voice was low and

about her. However, she couldn't deceive herself. He was probably in a bad mood and blaming her for not being

to have such mixed feelings about her

She lowered her head,

almost snapped, "Do you happen to

he ended the call without