Man, what's wrong with you?

As Jeremy got increasingly aggravated, his eyes turned cold. "Sherry, I dare you to say that again. You want a divorce?"

"Jeremy, you always seem to be disappointed in me. Why don't we just divorce? You being suspicious of me all the time is getting old. We should just get a divorce," Sherry answered frigidly.

Jeremy took a step towards her and noticed that she was shaking.

Meanwhile, Chester stood aside. He knew this was none of his business. Still, as he looked at the pained expression on Sherry's face, he couldn't help but be bothered.

So Chester approached Sherry. With a worried look on his face, he asked, "How are you feeling? I can help you get back to bed."

As soon as Chester reached out, Sherry seemed to collapse.

"Sherry!" Jeremy swooped in and pushed Chester away. He grabbed Sherry and took her into his arms.

"Now you're worried about her? She has a fever and yet you're still fighting with her."

Jeremy's eyes gleamed in anger. He tightly held on to Sherry only to find that she was burning up and her ears were reddened.

He hadn't noticed this earlier thinking that she was just pissed off.

"She's sick. What are you still doing here talking to me? Shouldn't you be taking her to the hospital already? Why are you keeping her here?" Jeremy retorted.

Chester answered, "If you hadn't showed up, her fever wouldn't have returned."

"Good thing I'm here then or else, I wouldn't have known what you would do since she has a fever!" Jeremy aggressively asserted his right as her husband.

Sherry was still weak as she put her arm on his shoulder. Upon hearing Jeremy, she frowned and protested, "I don't want to go to the hospital!"

Jeremy lowered his head and looked at her sharply. "No, you need to go to the hospital!"

After struggling for a while, Sherry finally gave up as he was holding on to her so tightly.

"No! No! I don't want to go to the hospital!"

Chester frowned and blurted out, "She said she didn't want to go. Put her down!"

"She's my wife. I should take care of her. Now get out of the way!" Jeremy was still aggressive.

Chester was left with no choice but to concede since Sherry really was Jeremy's wife.

Still, the distressed look on Sherry's face was enough reason for Chester to not turn a blind eye. "You should respect what she wants. Besides, she said it herself that she wants a divorce."

"We're not getting a divorce. We will be together until the day she dies. She can only dream of leaving me but that's never going to happen."

Chester sneered and added, "Sherry wants a divorce and I support her decision no matter what."

Stunned, Jeremy was briefly left speechless.

The struggle between the two men was undeniable. Chester was calm and collected while Jeremy seemed as if he was ready to explode any minute now—this was not lost on Sherry. She could clearly see the difference between the two men.

having a divorce then it's not going to happen!" Jeremy hissed

none of

don't want to see Jessie. We

he spoke, his tone was soft

has nothing to do with Jessie. It's you that I don't want to see," Sherry snapped, short

Once you recover, you're free to punish me however you

but all he received from her were glares and cold

said I could punish you in any way I want,"

Jeremy's face darkened. He closed the door, started the car, and drove

we arrive at the hospital. You can sleep first," Jeremy

could be heard was her heavy

When they did, Sherry was

and stared at her sleeping face for a while. A sense of guilt emerged from his

she was running a

few days. As usual, she didn't say a

Jeremy bent over and picked her

then gave Sherry an injection and he spent the night at the hospital with her. He didn't leave her side the

checked what it was, she noticed a band-aid plastered at the back of her

anymore and her fever seemed to

the pajamas she was originally wearing.

sitting next

awake? Do you feel better now?" Jeremy

shirt and collar were askew but

night? Did he do anything else besides changing her

memories were a

control his emotions. He made sure his voice was soft

and breathed heavily. "You can leave now. I

hadn't brought you to the hospital, you would still be

usual self. Sherry responded,

bed. The bed sank down as soon as he sat down. He reached out and held her hand. Trembling, Sherry

What can you do?" After saying this, he lifted her face with his hands, lowered

"Well..."

"Now that I've kissed you, what do you want to

of this by

"Argh! Disgusting!" Sherry barked.

Jeremy frowned. Disgusting?

she say

He couldn't believe her!

squinted

sick! You're

help

a patient now so he couldn't lose his temper.

you say," he said