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." Her

got off his bed and walked up to her. "It's okay, Sherry." He paused to make sure she was listening. "I

man!' she thought. She let out a sigh and gave

chin with foam first. Her hand slightly trembled as she picked up

ear. "Just be gentle,

on Sherry's waist to

deep breaths before she went ahead

She was finally getting the hang of it. Shaving wasn't as complicated

going smoothly until Sherry noticed Jeremy getting closer to

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

position they were in. She was so focused on shaving Jeremy's beard and not hurting him in the process. It was nothing like she had ever done

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

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

not stop him from teasing her. "If you don't wash my hair, I'll

think you're so helpless that you couldn't even do something this

body to find a more comfortable position, Sherry's voice resounded behind him. "Don't

didn't move one

hair hadn't dried up fully yet, but she put away

complained. "Help me dry my

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

clearly was not satisfied. It was careless of her

by the window. Without missing a beat, she sat down and started

quietly called out

Sherry answered without looking

immersed in her work. Jeremy was drawn in by her immense

quietly, minding her own

and

already late and Jeremy had fallen asleep. She sorted her everything out before turning off the light and sleeping on

She was having a chat with her colleagues about one of their cases when

tonight?' his message read. 'Let's

her. 'I don't have

their discussion once

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

hired, right? Have you been paid?" The two went inside the

don't know who I really am," Linda

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

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

face looked like. Her frown grew bigger as Steve got closer

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

dinner?" asked Linda. She held one of Sherry's hands,

Sherry answered nonchalantly. Her

approached Sherry to greet her, "Hi, Sherry. Is your work done?" He then opened the car door for the ladies. "After you," he said as

grew more excited by the second. She was getting giddy when she got in Steve's car

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

restaurant." Steve beamed

girl or a guy friend here?"

dimmed upon hearing Linda's question. Why would she ask such

friend," Steve clarified. The two talked coolly