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.

I say we're not having a divorce then it's not going to happen!" Jeremy hissed as he passed by Chester, holding Sherry in

go to the hospital. It's none

just don't want to see Jessie. We can change rooms,"

spoke, his tone was soft and careful—completely different

It's you that I don't want to see," Sherry snapped,

care of you. Once you recover, you're free to punish me however you want if you're still mad then," Jeremy said as he put

he received from her were glares and cold

I could punish

face darkened. He closed the

You can

heard was her

hospital. When they did, Sherry was still

seat and stared at her sleeping face for a while. A sense of

that she was running a fever. Once again, he'd

wasn't feeling well these past few days. As usual,

bent over

asked the nurses to change her room. The nurse then gave Sherry an injection and he spent the night at the

checked what it was, she noticed

her

was wearing a hospital gown now instead of the pajamas she was originally wearing.

Jeremy sitting

feel better now?"

looked tired. His shirt and collar were askew but his

happened last night? Did he do anything else besides changing her

were

control his emotions. He made sure his voice was soft and gentle as

leave

you to the hospital, you

his usual self. Sherry responded, "It's

edge of the bed. The bed sank down as soon as he sat down. He reached out and held her hand.

want to touch you. What can you do?" After saying this, he lifted her face

"Well..."

an evil smile on his face. "Now that I've kissed you, what do you want to do

advantage of this

"Argh! Disgusting!" Sherry barked.

Jeremy frowned. Disgusting?

say he

He couldn't believe her!

you just say?" He squinted his eyes, gleaming of anger

me sick! You're nothing but

couldn't help but

a patient now so he couldn't lose his temper. No matter how angry he was, he had to

say," he