Man, what's wrong with you?

"Jeremy! Stop!" Sherry tried to push him away. In the narrow space of the car, she didn't have much space to move. And it seemed that he was not going to stop and became ruder and ruder.

Fear started creeping into Sherry. The only thing she decided to do was remain as still as possible. She pursed her lips shut, daring not to speak.

Jeremy wasn't sure how to react to this and stopped. She leaned on his shoulder and slowly breathed as if relieved. Her long hair covered her face and hid her expression.

"If you don't resist from now on, this won't happen again," he whispered in her ear as he caressed her hair.

Hearing this Sherry felt disrespected and ashamed. With a sniff she broke free of his arms and struggled back to her seat.

She was in a sorry state with her hair a mess and her clothes half removed. Sherry ignored him. It was difficult to tell whether she was feeling angry or violated now.

He watched her putting on her clothes hastily and looking out of the window, ignoring him.

He reached his hand out to stroke her hair. His hand hesitated and froze as he touched the ends of it. Jeremy felt that Sherry was trying to hide.

The car started moving again.

After a while, the car stopped at their home and Sherry instantly reached for the door handle. After she got out she slammed the door, she headed for the elevator.

Jeremy helplessly chased after her. The elevator door closed right before he could enter. He could only see Sherry glaring at him

next elevator he could only think of how upset Sherry was. He was conflicted and was wondering if he wronged her. After all, she was no longer the person she used to be. He had seen it

just couldn't control

Steve's birthday so Sherry got off work early. She

Just come down when

and saw Chester's car downstairs. She panicked and

take a taxi to the party and wasn't expecting Chester to pick her up. It was so considerate that she couldn't refuse his

invited to Steve's birthday party on behalf of

waiting for Sherry to emerge from her apartment. As soon as he saw her he got out the car and watched as she approached with tiny

Her long, silky hair was tied up and draped on her shoulder. The makeup she wore was beautiful and added to

incredibly beautiful. You're bound to impress and be

smiled and shyly admitted, "I haven't been to such a fancy occasion for

the door for her. He was wearing a black suit that was simple yet eye-catching. He looked

a flashy guy and seldom styled his hair or dressed up. When he

ride over and soon arrived at

in the western suburb. There was a spacious road, with tall trees on both sides. There

he got out and went to open the door

the car, she bent down

and grabbed her waist with her free hand. There was

car pulled up next them and a man got out to greet Chester. He excitedly approached