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.

glass. He gave

not trying to say anything. I'm directly telling

might be feeling suspicious about what Sherry was up to. Jeremy did care, but he maintained a calm and aloof expression. He was an expert at pretending

was no point in being so

of people, one of her girl friends and several 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,

waiter, anyway? He looks like a womanizer. Is he getting her drunk on purpose? If this goes too far they might

nothing, so Steve let the matter drop for a few moments. He waited until he saw Sherry leaning very close to her companion, whispering something in his ear, and then

sight of his wife's lips so close to that stranger's ear, but he kept his poker face on. He refused to

and began looking around at the rest of the people in

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 looking straight

when he stole a glance at Sherry, he saw that she was watching with a rapt expression, looking entirely absorbed in the song. He felt

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

he gave in to his

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 her face. She felt like someone had thrown cold water over her. She debated just letting it ring,

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

displeasure, and for an instant she almost hoped that he was worried about her. However, she couldn't 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

hated how uncomfortable it felt to have such mixed feelings about

with friends," Sherry said vaguely. She lowered her head,

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

he ended the call