Man, what's wrong with you?

Steve led Sherry for a walk. After walking for a while, they eventually reached the garden. The air outside was cool and crisp, a stark contrast against what was inside the hospital. Sherry would not let this chance go to waste. She took in several deep breaths, savoring the fresh outdoor air.

"Here," Steve finally said. "I brought you something." He handed her the bag as he took a seat on the bench.

"Oh," Sherry whispered. "You didn't have to. What's in it?" Sherry smiled embarrassedly.

"The thing I gave you last time was a reward." Steve diverted his eyes to the ground. "This is an apology," he said firmly as he waited for Sherry to open it.

She took a peek and saw a dainty little box sitting at the bottom of the bag. She didn't bother finding out what was inside.

By the looks of it, whatever was inside the tiny box was expensive. She did not dare open it and immediately handed the package back to him. "Mr. Song, I really can't accept this," Sherry replied politely.

"How can you refuse such a gift when you haven't even seen what's inside?" Steve responded with a hint of annoyance in his voice. A frown started to form on his face.

"I really can't accept this gift." Sherry straightened herself up and faced Steve. Her eyes met his. "You can't give me an apology gift when you haven't done anything wrong. You have nothing to ask forgiveness for," she added. "So, please take it back." Her voice was stern. Steve didn't respond. Sherry placed the bag on the space between them. She knew he would not budge one bit.

"Sherry," Steve finally said. "I bought you this gift. I've told you before, haven't I? I don't take something back once it's given away." His voice grew colder every word he uttered. "If you really don't want it, throw it away, for all I care but don't you dare give it back to me," Steve spat, his head lowered.

Sherry was at loss for words. Her mind was racing, thinking of what the next course of action she should take. She bit her lip as she figured out what to say next. "If you keep insisting then I'll just donate it," she finally replied. "Mr. Song, this is not a good look on you. You can't keep on doing things like this."

"I don't see the issue here. It's my own money that I used when I bought that present. It's up to me who I want to give gifts to," Steve responded in annoyance. "Throw it out, donate it, I don't care. It's yours now. Whatever you do to this thing is none of my business."

Sherry was yet again left speechless by Steve's words. He finally lifted his gaze off the ground and onto her eyes. No matter how much she tried to look away, his eyes seemed to drag hers back.

That was the thing with Steve: no one can resist his eyes.

Sherry let him have the final say in the argument and silently accepted the present.

Ever since Sherry agreed to accept the first gift, Steve would come to the hospital almost every day. Every time he came, he brought a small present for her, and she refused every time. He would just tell her to donate it or throw it away.

Steve then began bringing gifts that could not be donated which flustered Sherry even more. Despite the awkwardness, she still couldn't bring herself to throw away his gifts. She didn't want any of it to go to waste.

She immediately put away every gift he had ever brought without ever checking what was inside. Only when Steve left she would go through them and call charities that would be willing to receive any of the stuff she had in her cabinet.

Steve's regular visits made Sherry's head spin.

During another visit from him, he was peeling an apple for her as she lay on her hospital bed. She was watching him gently remove the apple core when she suddenly felt woozy.

She would normally meet Steve outside but she was feeling out of sorts that day. She didn't bother keeping him out of her room.

Luckily for her, Jessie stepped out for a while. It took Steve a moment before he noticed the additional bed beside Sherry's. "Who stays on that bed?" he asked, his brow raised.

Sherry explained that Jessie moved into the same room. Steve grimaced at the thought of her sharing the same room as that woman. "What is up with that Jeremy?" he asked almost mockingly. "Can't he afford a room for her lady?

her woman Jessie

his overdramatic reaction. But she

peeling and slicing the apple and handed it to her. Sherry took a bite

they're face to face. "I don't need you giving me gifts." He'd heard this more

small bag and inside it was a smaller box. Steve

at it and let out a sigh. "Mr.

the jewelry on Sherry's hand

room for places she could have possibly stored them in.

everything he'd given her. After all, he put a lot of thought into these gifts. Every one

her bedside drawer. "Not yet. I kept everything

intently. He extended his arm to

weak and her head was spinning. She grabbed Steve's

cabinet and a pile of different sized boxes and bags showed up in front of the two. She then added to the heap the gold flower Steve had just given

you really just put them there like that? They'd be stolen if you just leave them here." Steve was

of course. It seemed like

in the VIP ward too. Do you really think thieves could easily sneak in here?" She couldn't believe this man's absurdity. She eventually closed the cabinet door with all the gifts clumsily stacked on top of each

'Ah, what a pain!'

but her knees were weak. Steve was quick to pick up what

right last night." Sherry averted her eyes to the floor so she wasn't looking at

bed," he offered. Steve

short walk from where she stood so it was really unnecessary, but long before she knew it, Steve had already swept

arm and they were

painted with worry all

tucked her in, as if a

everything unfold before her. Her eyes were eyes

watched Steve taking good care of Sherry, jealousy

help stop her fingernails from digging onto her palms.

won't stop her from seducing other men,' Jessie thought. She turned around to

out her phone and made a call. It rang three times before someone

said lovingly. "When will you come to see me? I

check the time. It was already late but he still had a lot to do. If things were up to him, he'd simply drop everything and head straight to the hospital. "I just have

stay here any longer!" Her voice

Jeremy asked with

two very well. What worried him

Sherry, he still wouldn't want Jessie to be

all lovey-dovey. He also brought her a lot of gifts." She was clearly annoyed. But more than

man?" Jeremy's curiosity

answered. "He visits whenever you're not around. They always seem dubious together! Just now, I saw him carry Sherry in his

his work with furrowed brows. His