Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry kept all of her attention on Jeffrey as he sang another romantic ballad onstage, determined not to look at her husband as he flirted with waitresses. When the song ended and Jeffrey walked offstage, she couldn't resist glancing over at Jeremy. But their table was empty. He and his friend Steve had already left.

Jeffrey returned to sit with Sherry, smiling shyly, but she was no longer in any mood to chat with him. She looked at his handsome young face and had an idea. Impulsively, she opened her bag, taking out a wad of cash, and tried to press it into Jeffrey's hands. She was literally handing him tens of thousands of dollars.

He looked stunned. "Sherry, what are you doing? I can't accept all this money!" He had never seen such a large sum before in his life. His face flushed with embarrassment. He firmly pushed her hand away. "No, Sherry, I won't take it."

Sherry stood up. "Jeffrey, listen to me. It was very kind of you to keep me company. But I hope I don't see you here again. I'm giving you an opportunity to leave here. Go to school, and don't work in these kinds of places in the future, all right?" Before he could stop her, she dropped the cash in his lap and turned to leave. Sherry moved quickly through the crowded bar, hoping Jeffrey wouldn't try to return the money again.

Some of the patrons of the bar had seen the amount of money she gave Jeffrey, and they stared as she left. Some were laughing and speculating, but others shook their heads and frowned.

Some envied the romance and glamor of being rich, while others were annoyed at their carelessness with their wealth.

Sherry ignored all of them. She hadn't spent too long with Jeffrey, but she had spoken with him long enough to know that he had a genuinely kind heart and good nature. After all, she had met him because he tried to stop her from drinking too much. She hoped he would make good use of the money.

When Sherry emerged from the bar, it was dark. She had been drinking for hours. A cool breeze struck her, and she stopped on the sidewalk, feeling slightly nauseous. She was still a little drunk.

She had decided to go home when she saw a familiar Lamborghini parked on the side of the street. It was Jeremy's car. She moved tentatively closer, but saw that there was no one inside the vehicle.

She frowned. Had Jeremy really left the bar, or was he still somewhere inside?

Sherry sighed and flagged down a taxi, and then got inside.

It was none of her business where Jeremy was. He had clearly and repeatedly shown that he didn't care about her.

a hand on top of the taxi. To her surprise,

and got out. She turned to Jeremy, who was gazing at her coolly. "Where have you been?" she asked. He shrugged and gestured towards some benches near the bar entrance, and she realized that he must

saying another word, Sherry walked to the Lamborghini. Jeremy got into the driver's seat. He slammed the door

seat and closed her eyes involuntarily.

noises of the city were silenced. She felt Jeremy moving beside her and opened her eyes. He was leaning over her, his face very close

a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back. "I'm sorry,

just moments ago, those lips had been whispering sweet nothings into the ears of the pretty young women at the bar. She quickly turned to look

coldly and started the

a faint scar on the soft skin, from where Sherry

he began driving, he said acidly, "I saw you having fun inside with that waiter. Looks

over the scar. She said

sarcastic retort made him even angrier for some reason.

reflected that maybe he should be

no longer at any

by the time Jeremy pulled into the driveway of the villa. Sherry was tired, but she went to the kitchen to prepare some soup for Jeremy. She knew he had been drinking for hours, too, but she

dining room table and lifted an eyebrow when Sherry placed a

there only one bowl?"

not understanding

picked up the bowl of soup and drank half, then shoved