Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry dropped by the company to deliver the documents, then rushed back home, where she made a pot of fish soup. She ate only a small portion of what she cooked; she put the rest in two thermos bottles. Sherry then headed straight to the hospital.

She held on tightly to the thermos bottles as she made her way to Jeffrey's room.

The boy was alone as usual. No one came to visit him. He had no family, and his classmates didn't bother to check on him. Now that Jeffrey had fallen ill, Sherry took it on herself to place him under her care. She couldn't bear to leave the poor boy on his own devices.

Sherry saw him as a younger brother.

Jeffrey sat on his bed as he read a book. He was completely immersed in his book that he didn't notice the door open. He was only alerted by Sherry's arrival when he heard her footsteps. It was when he finally took his eyes off the book he was reading to look at her.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "Hello, Sherry!" Jeffrey's spirits were lifted instantly.

"Hi, Jeffrey!" Sherry greeted him back. How are you feeling today?" Her voice was filled with concern. "Are you feeling any better?" she added. Sherry placed the soup on his bedside table carefully.

"I'm feeling so much better," he answered. "After all, it was just a minor surgery." His eyes were fixed on the older woman's face. He put the book down without taking his eyes off Sherry.

"Minor or not, you still went under surgery," she replied. "You are still young. You still have a lot to go through, so you should take care of yourself a little better," Sherry scolded. She almost sounded like a mom nagging her son. She handed him the thermos bottle, and once he removed the lid, the aroma of the fragrant soup filled the room at once.

"I know that," Jeffrey answered softly. "Thank you for the soup." He drank the soup with much gusto.

Sherry watched intently as the boy gulped down the soup. "I have to get going now. I still have something to do. Don't stay up too late, and take care of yourself," she instructed. "I'll see you again tomorrow, okay?" Sherry said as she stood up.

'But you just got here,' Jeffrey wanted to say in protest, but he decided against it.

He got off his bed in a flash. "Are you really leaving?" Jeffrey asked.

Sherry nodded in response. "I have some company matters I still have to deal with, so I have to go," she explained.

Jeffrey tried to hide his disappointment, but his face failed him. "Okay then," he said in dismay. "I won't bother you anymore."

"Bye, Jeffrey," Sherry replied. She stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

She straightened herself up and rushed to where Jeremy was staying.

He was waiting for her intently in his room. Sherry finally arrived. She was slightly disheveled and a little out of breath. It was obvious she tried to get there as quickly as possible, but Jeremy was relentless. He was clearly not impressed. "You're late," he complained.

She had dinner with Steve and went home after. She also stopped by Jeffrey's. Of course, she'd be late.

"I made fish soup." She did not bother explaining herself to Jeremy. "Would you like some?" she offered.

"Of course I'd have some of that soup." Who knew a thermos bottle filled with fish soup could remarkably improve Jeremy's mood. Sherry fixed him a bowl and fed him.

She was used to doing this kind of stuff for Jeremy now.

"Hey," he said in between spoonfuls of soup. "I haven't shaved in a long time. Do you mind helping me shave it?" He was quite full and satisfied now, so he had enough energy to ask all sorts of weird favors from Sherry.

She was floored by Jeremy's audacity. "You want me to help you shave?" Sherry asked. "Me?" She pointed to herself, emphasizing how absurd he sounded.

"Yes, you," he replied. "You're my wife. You're supposed to do stuff like this."

She took a closer look at his face and noticed how much stubbly his chin had grown. She didn't mind it though; it made him look manlier.

"It's okay if you don't help me," he said. "I just worry about you, you know. It might hurt when I kiss you. That's all," Jeremy teased some more. He snickered as Sherry grew more flustered.

to explain, "I've never helped you shave before because I'm scared I might hurt you."

okay, Sherry." He paused to

thought. She let out a sigh and gave in to

Her hand slightly trembled as she picked up the

he whispered to her ear. "Just be

on Sherry's waist to help

she went ahead to shave his beard with

razor hummed quietly as she continued. She was finally getting the hang

going smoothly until Sherry noticed Jeremy getting closer

put. Their bodies were already touching each other. He breathed

the position they were in. She was so focused on shaving Jeremy's beard and not hurting him in the process. It was

was as soft as a baby's butt.

You know that, right?" She turned the tap on despite her obvious annoyance. The gentleness she had while shaving his

from teasing her. "If you don't wash my hair, I'll feel uncomfortable." Jeremy smiled mischievously. "You don't

this," Sherry complained. "I didn't think you're so helpless that you couldn't even do something this

when you do things like this for me," he said slyly. When Jeremy slightly stretched his body to find a more comfortable position, Sherry's voice resounded behind him. "Don't move!" He was shocked by how loud she

like that, Jeremy didn't move one bit until she

towel for a while. His hair hadn't dried up fully yet, but she put away

me dry my hair!" he

hair," she answered. "It'll dry soon enough," she

satisfied. It was careless of her to leave her task

the table by the window. Without missing

he quietly called

Sherry answered without looking

Jeremy was drawn in

just sitting there quietly, minding her own business, yet

had never looked as charming and as attractive as she

Sherry finished her work, it was already late and Jeremy had fallen asleep. She sorted her everything out before turning off the light

was having a chat with her colleagues about one

his message

fixed on her. 'I don't have time,'

resumed their discussion once Sherry put

did not sound so bad. She approached Sherry and asked, "Do you want

right? Have you been paid?" The two went inside the elevator side by

know who I really am," Linda quipped. "I have more money

soon as they

out to him. "Here!" She waved her hand to show Steve where they

like. Her frown grew

to have dinner

Song joined us for dinner?" asked Linda. She held one

care," Sherry answered nonchalantly. Her face now

greet her, "Hi, Sherry. Is your work done?"

getting giddy when she

are we going to eat?" Linda asked. It was the first time any of them spoke since they all

have a friend who just opened a restaurant." Steve beamed as he

talking about a girl or a guy friend here?"

Linda's question. Why would she

friend," Steve clarified. The two talked coolly and casually