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.

before because I'm scared I might hurt you." Her voice shook as her eyes wandered around the

to her. "It's okay, Sherry." He paused

thought. She let out a sigh and

first. Her hand slightly trembled as she picked up the razor.

her ear.

his hand on Sherry's waist to help

took several deep breaths before she went ahead to shave his beard

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

were going smoothly until Sherry noticed Jeremy getting closer

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

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

chin was as soft as

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

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

didn't think you're so helpless that you couldn't even do something this simple." Sarcasm filled her every word. Sherry squeezed shampoo

said slyly. When Jeremy slightly stretched his body to find a more comfortable position, Sherry's voice resounded

that, Jeremy didn't move one bit

thoroughly with a towel for a while. His hair hadn't

Jeremy complained. "Help me dry my hair!" he ordered as

hair," she answered.

It was careless of her to leave her task half

mind though. She took a pile of documents out of her bag and placed them on the table by the window. Without missing a beat, she sat down and started to wade through the stack

quietly called

answered without looking

immersed in her work. Jeremy was drawn in by

She was just sitting there quietly, minding her own business, yet Jeremy was

had never looked as charming and as attractive as

Jeremy had fallen asleep. She sorted

her colleagues about one of their cases when her phone vibrated. Steve sent her

his

her. 'I don't have time,'

resumed their discussion once Sherry put down her

with her did not sound so bad. She approached Sherry

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

am,"

was speechless. She remained quiet until they reached the ground floor. As soon as

Song!" Linda called out to him. "Here!" She

describe how Sherry's face looked like. Her frown grew bigger as

down? She told her she didn't have the time to have dinner with him, so why? What

if Mr. Song joined us for dinner?" asked Linda. She held one of Sherry's hands, anticipating

care," Sherry answered nonchalantly.

"Hi, Sherry. Is your

was getting giddy when

Linda asked. It was the first time any of them spoke

who just opened a restaurant." Steve beamed

talking about a girl or a

hearing Linda's question.

The two talked coolly and casually