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?

I really can't believe him. Making her woman

she would have laughed at his overdramatic reaction. But she wasn't, so

the apple and handed it to her. Sherry took

have to tell you this, Mr. Song?" She propped herself up so they're face to face. "I don't need you giving me gifts." He'd heard this more than a hundred times already but it

he brought. He took out a small bag and inside it was a smaller box. Steve opened the box and revealed a gold flower inside. "Do

a sigh. "Mr. Song, this is really unnecessary," she

Steve put the jewelry on Sherry's

for places she could have possibly stored

lot of thought into these gifts. Every one of them was

bed and took out a key from her bedside drawer. "Not yet. I kept everything in here."

intently. He extended his arm to

tried to get off the bed. She was extremely weak and her head was spinning. She grabbed Steve's hand to balance herself. She finally straightened herself up,

front of the two. She

leave them here." Steve was surprised by

seemed like she was actually

VIP ward too. Do you really think thieves could easily sneak in here?"

deep sigh. 'Ah, what a pain!' he thought

her bed but her knees were weak. Steve was

she lied. "I just didn't sleep right last night." Sherry averted her eyes to the floor so she wasn't

bed," he offered. Steve was already behind her before

so it was really unnecessary, but long before she knew it, Steve had already

was in Steve's arm and they

look at him. His face was painted with worry all over. Despite this,

put her down then tucked her in, as if a

and watched everything unfold before her. Her eyes were eyes

she watched Steve taking good care

fixed at the cabinet. She knew they did nothing wrong but it still didn't help stop her fingernails from digging onto her palms. Her knuckles turned white from

hospitalization won't stop her from seducing other men,' Jessie thought.

and made a call. It rang three times before someone

come to see me? I

do. If things were up to him, he'd simply drop everything and head straight to the

stay here any longer!" Her

wrong?" Jeremy asked with concern in his

very well. What worried

Sherry, he still wouldn't want Jessie to be the one

wench," Jessie continued. "She let a man into our room. They were acting all lovey-dovey. He also brought her a lot of

man?" Jeremy's curiosity

They always seem dubious together! Just now, I

call ended and he returned to his work with furrowed brows. His mood changed