Man, what's wrong with you?

Jeremy stared at the two, a fist clenched tight by his side, as he resisted punching Jeffery's face.

He stepped forward, his hands itching to separate them, but he stopped at the last minute. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice that.

"What are you doing?" His voice was calm and firm, but his eyes betrayed the anger that flared within him.

No outright sign of his anger could be observed, but Sherry still noticed it, as not much could escape her keen senses. She moved away from Jeffery immediately as if she was burnt.

"Jeremy..." She breathed his name out like a prayer. "Please don't misunderstand." Jeffery straightened behind her, feeling her tension and discomfort in the face of Jeremy's sharp eyes. He explained in a low voice, a voice that could be used for a wild animal that was about to spring out.

"She got scalded. I was just treating the burnt feet."

That was clear and concise.

And even though Sherry didn't have the chance to introduce Jeremy to him, who else had a key and could open the door so comfortably except for the owner?

'Was she burned?'

Jeremy wondered, as his eyes scanned Sherry's body. He frowned when he noticed her instep, which looked red and painful.

As he walked further inside the room, he saw the broken fragments of the teapot on the ground, and his eyes lit up in recognition.

It was the tea set that Sherry loved, her favorite blue and white porcelain that he had given her as a gift. She loved it so much and treated it with such care that she would go to great lengths not to use it at home, but today, she used it to make tea for a mere waiter in a bar.

doubt in him grew bigger and bigger.

a sneer, and

didn't stop until he was standing close to Jeffery. Sherry's heart thudded faster with every step he took because she thought that

the two of them, and as it sank

felt like she didn't know him at all. She couldn't even tell what he was

her breath when he moved in the next

laid a heavy hand on her shoulder and manhandled her, so she could face him. And when he raised his hand,

he only cupped her cheek gently, then his hands traveled to her chin, and his hold tightened

his thin lips against her without hesitation, and he

reddened, and her chin stung from his

go of her. Her lips were tingling

luck. Do you think I will fall in love with you if you

cold and distant tone, as he looked at Sherry like her very presence offended

a whisper, but Sherry still heard him as if he

laughter that escaped her, as she realized that Jeremy had only pretended to be gentle, so he could hit her where it would

"You..."

he kissed Sherry in front of him, like he was going to devour her whole. It stung that he seemed to have been forgotten in the face of

her chin, his protective instincts roared inside him, but he couldn't do anything but watch and gnash

could speak, the taller man suddenly stood up and walked toward

meters tall, but he still appeared short and ungainly like a

the man approached him made his heart pound hard