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 share

Sherry were feeling okay, she would have laughed at his overdramatic reaction. But she wasn't, so she just smiled

done peeling and slicing the apple and handed it to her. Sherry

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 didn't mean he would

took out a small bag and inside it was a smaller box. Steve opened the box and revealed a

and let out a sigh.

Steve put the jewelry on Sherry's hand before she could even protest against

for places she could have possibly stored them in. "Did

hoped she kept everything he'd given her. After all, he put a lot of thought into these

slowly hopped off her bed and took out a key from her bedside drawer. "Not yet. I kept everything in here." She carefully

watched her every move intently. He extended his arm to help her steady herself. "Slowly," he caringly told

to get off the bed. She was extremely weak and her head was spinning. She grabbed Steve's hand to balance

a pile of different sized boxes and bags showed up in front of the two. She then added

them there like that? They'd be stolen if you just leave them

disheartened, of course. It seemed like she

could easily sneak in here?" She couldn't believe this man's absurdity. She eventually closed the cabinet door with all the gifts clumsily

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

tried to get back to her bed but her knees were weak. Steve was quick to pick up what

night." Sherry averted her eyes to

me just carry you back to bed," he offered. Steve was

unnecessary, but long before she knew it, Steve had

and they were

at him. His face was painted with worry all over. Despite this, his handsomeness was still apparent. Her

down then tucked her in, as if a

and watched everything unfold before her. Her eyes were eyes cold; she wanted to stop whatever

she watched Steve taking good care of Sherry, jealousy

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

from seducing other men,' Jessie thought. She turned around to

and made a call. It rang three times before

you come to see me? I

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

plead. "I can't stay here any longer!"

something wrong?" Jeremy asked with concern in his

along with each other. He knew the two very well. What worried him was what Jessie would do to Sherry if they stayed together

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

into our room. They were acting all lovey-dovey. He also brought her a lot

man?" Jeremy's curiosity grew

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

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