Man, what's wrong with you?

It was a little hot. She had spilled some red wine on Jeremy, so he had taken off his coat and wore only a shirt. The top three buttons were unbuttoned. He managed to look casual and elegant at the same time, radiating an air of authority and nobility.

He heard the sound of Sherry's footsteps, and turned. His face was stiff.

Sherry kept her expression cold and distant. She walked past without looking at him.

However, Jeremy had no intention of letting her go that easily. Although Sherry was very tired, he would force her to talk to him.

Sure enough, he asked lightly, "Are you done? Did you enjoy yourself?"

Sherry took a deep breath, trying not to show her anger. She ignored his insinuating questions and continued walking.

Jeremy was a difficult man to ignore. Despite her pretended indifference, he moved towards her, stretching out his hand. Sherry knew he would try to reach for her, so she stepped to one side, avoiding his touch.

But Jeremy was too quick for her. In an instant he had taken her hand, pulling her to a stop. He turned her to face him and said, "You had the courage to dance with Steve. Now you don't even have the guts to face me?"

Sherry met his cold gaze. She could see the anger in his eyes, hidden beneath his flat expression.

"I don't need to answer your questions," she said coolly. Sherry spoke as though she was fending off the intrusions of some unwelcome stranger.

Her attitude successfully provoked the anger that he had been trying to conceal. Sherry had a way of wielding her words like a sharp knife. She never failed to make him lose control of his temper.

"Tell me, what questions would you be interested in answering? It looked like you were having a nice chat with Steve, but you were unwilling to be with me. Don't tell me you've fallen in love with him." Jeremy's eyebrows were knitted and his thin lips were twitching. Sherry maintained an air of indifference.

Falling in love with Steve? What a joke! That was the funniest thing Sherry had ever heard. She had absolutely no warm feelings for Steve. She felt as cold towards him as an iceberg. Still, just the sight of her spending time with another man always triggered Jeremy's wild accusation.

"That's impossible," she said flatly. "Don't even imagine that I could ever love someone like Steve." Sherry hated it when Jeremy assumed that she was in love with every man who approached her.

"Have you forgotten what I told you? Just because Steve is interested in you, you throw yourself at him!" His grip tightened painfully on her hand, and he scowled at her.

These days, it seemed that Sherry could provoke him almost effortlessly. Every moment he spent with her left him restless. Every time he spoke to her, she made him crazy.

Sherry gave him an icy look and looked down pointedly at her hand, which was beginning to ache from how hard he squeezed. The skin beneath Jeremy's grip was turning red, but she said nothing about the pain. Instead she said, "I am not throwing myself at him. There, are you satisfied?"

She didn't want to waste any more time arguing with him.

He was not reassured. "Of course, you're playing it smart by playing hard to get," he accused.

been so calm a moment ago, but Jeremy's endless

burning eyes and realized that she was no longer the sweet, weak girl he had

felt like he couldn't recognize her anymore. The woman who stood before him was a

go of me," she said angrily. "You have such a filthy mind that you believe everyone else thinks the same way as you!" She tugged on her hand, trying to pull away, but he refused to relinquish his

men!" His eyes shot daggers at her. She stared into those deep black eyes that seemed to be

useless to keep talking. He would never be convinced by anything she said. She struggled to pull her hand free and said in a determined voice, "I warn you, we aren't at home right now. If you keep harassing

much as you want. Let everyone see me harassing you!" With that, he released Sherry's hand. But at the same

struggle, but it was in vain. He held her in an

her. She tilted her head back and leaned to one side, trying to escape his kiss. Jeremy lifted a hand to the back of her head, continuing to

the kiss. He was too overbearing, forcing his lips against hers, his tongue pressing against her closed mouth. She wanted to scream but didn't dare to part her lips, so broken whimpering sounds came from her throat. Her eyes

him so much that he kept losing control. He kissed her so hard that she felt trapped

opened her mouth to bite down on his tongue. He quickly released her, but not before he licked her lips with

finally stopped kissing her. However, Jeremy reached out

kiss her again. She could read his intentions in his eyes. To her, the punishing kiss felt like an attack, and she frantically raised her hands

not knowing what

him to stop, but swallowed her words, afraid to provoke him even further. Seeing her hesitation, Jeremy gave

from her hip to her back, then moved even lower. She flinched as he pinched the sweet curve

face froze. "I don't care

he didn't care that she hated him, then why wouldn't he just let her go? His fierce, imposing

he was planning to take

"Please don't," she whispered.

have sex here, but the terrible look on Jeremy's face made her think that

with other people, but I know you have not been innocent for a long

snapped, her

didn't know what he was going to say, but she had

said to

anger, her lips were trembling slightly. He said in a hard tone, "I'm not done with you

to him anymore.

You belong to me, body and soul. No one can own you again

at his aggressive tone. She had heard these outrageous claims

from her face and stepped back again. "That was before. This is

she turned and rushed

her. He sighed as he watched her leave. He had come here only to tell her that they belonged with each other. But every time they spoke, they