Man, what's wrong with you?

Jeremy frowned. He squatted down and wrapped his arms around Sherry's shoulder, pressing her tightly against his chest. He smoothed away her disheveled hair and asked, "What's wrong?"

The sadness in her eyes softened his heart. He grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth, and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you sick?"

She would yell at him while feeling nauseous. He couldn't help but sigh. Couldn't she just bow down to him?

"No, it's nothing." Sherry pushed him away, refusing to let him get any closer to her.

She was a bit aggrieved and felt sicker.

Jeremy was upset that Sherry never opened up to him. She would rather just take Jeffery home than tell him the truth. Did she really see him as her husband?

Until this day, she continued to avoid his questions and refused his kindness.

Jeremy's eyes fell on the medicine bottle on the bedside table. He reached for it and read the label. It was not until then that he realized that she was really sick.

His hold on her tightened as he turned her around aggressively even though he knew that she was very resistant towards him. He forcefully rested her face on his chest and asked, "You have an upset stomach? Did you eat something bad?"

Sherry kept her eyes shut and her face had now turned slightly pale. She didn't have the strength to answer his questions, and she had to intention to either.

"Sherry, talk to me!" Jeremy leaned his body towards her. The familiar smell of his cologne crept into her nose, making her feel at ease.

"Please tell me what happened! Shall I take you to the hospital? How can you just sit here after taking this medicine which does so little for your health?" At this point, Jeremy didn’t even bother to disguise his concern for her.

she see that? He was so worried about her that he wished that it

her hands on the back of his hand, Sherry tried to get his powerful hold off her shoulders, but she was too weak. She snorted, "I ate some

'Durian?

durian,' Jeremy thought,

did you have to eat something you don’t even like? You can't take care of

this, he suddenly remembered that Steve had asked him what

thought. Sherry didn’t seem aware of the sudden change in his demeanor. She was so sleepy that she didn't want to say anything, nor did she

sincerely regretted his actions, because

had probably prepared durian for her. 'But why did

him ruthlessly. Why couldn't she say

just to take care of you?" He already knew the answer

came to take care of her because she was feeling sick.

regretted asking her. Earlier, he thought that they were going

apologize, but he could not say a word. Realizing that this was not a good time

With her hands flailing in the air, she tried to get out of his grasp, and

Sherry was frightened and stopped moving. She still forced herself to stare at him

her voice was weak, it was still pleasant to his ears. It was unlike the usual

her, he forgot to take care

her to the center of the bed and tucked her into the quilt. "You can go now. I want to get some rest.