Man, what's wrong with you?

The wind rustled through the trees that lined the hospital premises. Sherry stood outside, her body quivering in anger. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she turned and left, heading home.

In reality, Sherry couldn't quite place her finger on what exactly was wrong with him. All she knew was that he was deeply injured.

She found it difficult to believe that he would go through the lengths of conspiring with a doctor just to fool her. That would have just been too appalling to accept.

When she arrived home, she was still immersed in her own thoughts. She did her best to calm herself down as she went about her errands. She poured out the soup from the thermos bottle and started making another pot. Once she was done, she quickly packed it up and headed back to the hospital.

Jeremy was lying on the bed and reading a book when she arrived. The minute he heard her coming, he immediately put away his book. He raised her head and carefully watched her face, waiting for any reaction only to be disappointed. Her face was unfathomable.

"Why did you come so late?" Jeremy asked, frowning. Sherry glared at him. It took everything she had to restrain her anger.

As her eyes fell on his arm that was in a plaster, she couldn't help but feel even more annoyed.

He looked fine—he wasn't even supposed to be in the hospital. He was completely healthy! She scoffed to herself inwardly.

"I had to work overtime and there was traffic." The look on her face quickly shifted. She wasn't good at lying and she wasn't able to hide her uneasiness as she made up excuses. When one observed carefully, one would find out her lies.

'It's late already. Was there really traffic at this time?' His eyes rested on her curiously as she restlessly shifted her weight on one foot to the other.

After a few seconds, Sherry cleared her throat in an attempt to ease the awkward atmosphere. She opened the thermos bottle letting the aroma waft through the air. With that, Jeremy instantly grimaced.

Did she really make carrot soup? What was she trying to do? She knew how much he hated carrots but she still made carrot soup for him. Of all the soups that she could make, did she really have to choose this one? What on earth was she thinking? Was she that crazy? Or was she just being plain stupid? Was she deliberately doing this?

"Come on, drink it!" Sherry said. She edged the thermos bottle towards him and cocked her head. "Drink it," she ordered. She set the soup before him, seemingly enjoying herself. Jeremy shifted slightly in his bed. Now she seemed to be a gentle wife taking care of her husband.

Raising an eyebrow, he said firmly, "Why don't you feed me?"

determined to find out

anything. Then suddenly, as if she'd just

on the edge of the bed as she fed him. The soup was steaming hot but she didn't even

Jeremy was visibly shocked.

she was being gentle and obedient as he'd always known her to be. He began to wonder if he had done something wrong. Or was

soup himself to let it cool down a bit, watching her from the

in a mocking tone. She

bad," he said flatly, pursing

himself. With that, she smirked. She was going to see exactly how long he would last. His furrowed eyebrows

feed him spoon after spoon. She enjoyed watching him eat carrot soup despite his

at her, a mix of surprise and disgust on his face. She wasn't even trying to hide the

Sherry said as soon

he

He had to make sure that he had heard her

as she put the bowl

turned and lay on his stomach, turning his

and removed the thick quilt from

reminded him of a teacher disciplining her

hard on the back, using all her strength to

wasn't going to give him a massage. She was going

you like how energetic I am about this?" Sherry quipped as she dug her fists

to say amidst the pain and amusement at

how hard she tried to hit him, Jeremy didn't mind. He was more excited about the fact that she was touching him regardless of her

removed her shoes and swiftly situated herself directly

this point. He