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.

because I'm scared I might hurt you." Her voice shook as her

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

thought. She let out a sigh and gave in

bathroom. She slathered his chin with foam first. Her hand slightly trembled as she picked

to her ear. "Just be gentle, okay?" Jeremy

hand on Sherry's waist

several deep breaths before she went ahead to

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

noticed Jeremy getting closer to her. "Don't

were already touching each other. He

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

chin was as soft

that, right?" She turned the tap on despite her obvious annoyance. The gentleness she

"If you don't wash my hair, I'll

you're making me do this," Sherry complained. "I didn't think you're so helpless that you couldn't even do something this simple." Sarcasm filled her every word.

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 sounded. "If

move one bit

thoroughly with a towel for a while. His hair hadn't dried up fully yet, but

my

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

was not satisfied. It was careless of her to leave her task

a pile of documents out of her bag and placed them on the table by the window. Without missing a beat, she sat

he quietly called out

Sherry answered

her work. Jeremy was drawn in by her

there quietly, minding her own business, yet Jeremy was unable

and as

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

to work. She was having a chat with her colleagues about one of

his

her. 'I don't

resumed their discussion once Sherry put down her

invite Sherry to dinner. It was a busy day, so a dinner with her did not sound so bad. She approached

answered. "But you just got hired, right? Have you

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

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

"Here!" She waved her

face looked like. Her frown grew bigger

didn't have the time to have dinner with him, so why? What was

be okay if Mr. Song joined us for dinner?" asked Linda. She held one of Sherry's

don't care," Sherry answered nonchalantly. Her

"Hi, Sherry. Is your work done?" He then

was getting giddy when she

are we going to eat?" Linda asked. It was the first

who just opened a restaurant." Steve beamed as he drove attentively. "Let's go

talking about a girl or a guy friend

dimmed upon hearing Linda's question. Why

friend," Steve clarified. The two talked coolly and