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.

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

walked up to her. "It's okay, Sherry." He paused to make sure

She let out a sigh and gave in

Her hand slightly trembled as she picked up the razor. She took a deep breath

her ear.

hand on Sherry's

went ahead to shave

was finally getting the hang

until Sherry noticed Jeremy getting

and stayed put. Their bodies were already touching each other. He breathed on her forehead and his chest brushed

Jeremy's beard and not hurting him in the process. It was nothing like she

finished, his chin was as soft as a baby's butt. "Wash my hair

exasperation. "You're very troublesome. You know that, right?" She turned the tap on despite her obvious annoyance.

you don't wash my hair,

that you couldn't even do something this simple." Sarcasm filled her every word. Sherry squeezed

his body to find a more comfortable position, Sherry's voice resounded behind him. "Don't move!" He was shocked by how loud she sounded. "If you

that, Jeremy didn't move one bit

for a while. His hair

dry my

such short hair," she answered. "It'll dry soon

It was careless of her to

documents out of her bag and placed them on the table by the window. Without missing a

he quietly called out to

Sherry answered

her work. Jeremy

didn't say anything, nor did anything. She was just sitting there quietly, minding her

charming and as attractive as she was

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

chat with her colleagues about one of their cases when

you free tonight?' his message read.

eyes were fixed on her. 'I

once Sherry put down

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

you been paid?" The two went inside the

don't know who I really am," Linda quipped. "I

remained quiet until they reached the ground floor. As soon as they got out of the building, they saw Steve got out of the

She waved her hand to show Steve

Sherry's face looked like. Her frown grew

her she didn't have the time to have dinner with him, so why? What was he doing here?

be okay if Mr. Song joined us for dinner?"

nonchalantly. Her face now painted with

approached Sherry to greet her, "Hi, Sherry. Is your work done?" He then opened

more excited by the second. She was getting

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

restaurant." Steve beamed as he drove attentively. "Let's

girl or a

hearing Linda's question. Why would she ask such a

two talked