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

I don't go to the hospital. It's none of your business!" Sherry was getting more frustrated

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

he spoke, his tone was soft and careful—completely different from his

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

need to take 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 her inside

he received from her were glares and cold

said I could punish you in

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

arrive at the hospital. You can sleep first," Jeremy said after a long

heard was

hospital. When they did, Sherry

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

was so careless that he failed to notice that she was running a fever.

these past few days. As usual, she didn't say

a sigh, Jeremy bent

he spent the night at the hospital with her. He didn't leave her side the

stinging pain in her hand. When she checked what it was,

feeling dizzy anymore and her fever seemed to

the pajamas she was originally wearing.

she noticed Jeremy sitting next to her,

awake? Do you feel better now?" Jeremy said in a hoarse

were

him! Damn it! What happened last night? Did he do anything else besides changing

memories were

saw that Sherry had woken up, he made sure to control his emotions. He made sure his voice

breathed heavily. "You can leave

and you're already asking me to leave. If I hadn't brought you to the hospital, you would still be running a fever now. Do you think

back to his usual self. Sherry responded, "It's none

of the bed. The bed sank down as soon as he sat down. He

to touch you. What can you do?" After saying this, he lifted her face with his hands, lowered his head, and covered her mouth

"Well..."

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

at him. He took advantage of this by lowering his head

"Argh! Disgusting!" Sherry barked.

Jeremy frowned. Disgusting?

she say

He couldn't believe her!

He squinted his

sick! You're nothing but a

couldn't help but feel

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

whatever you say,"