Man, what's wrong with you?

Chapter 39 Don't Be Moved (Part One)

Jeremy frowned. He squatted down and wrapped his arms around Sherry's shoulder, pressing her tightly against his chest. He smoothed away her disheveled hair and asked, "What's wrong?"

The sadness in her eyes softened his heart. He grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth, and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you sick?"

She would yell at him while feeling nauseous. He couldn't help but sigh. Couldn't she just bow down to him?

"No, it's nothing." Sherry pushed him away, refusing to let him get any closer to her.

She was a bit aggrieved and felt sicker.

Jeremy was upset that Sherry never opened up to him. She would rather just take Jeffery home than tell him the truth. Did she really see him as her husband?

Until this day, she continued to avoid his questions and refused his kindness.

Jeremy's eyes fell on the medicine bottle on the bedside table. He reached for it and read the label. It was not until then that he realized that she was really sick.

His hold on her tightened as he turned her around aggressively even though he knew that she was very resistant towards him. He forcefully rested her face on his chest and asked, "You have an upset stomach? Did you eat something bad?"

Sherry kept her eyes shut and her face had now turned slightly pale. She didn't have the strength to answer his questions, and she had to intention to either.

"Sherry, talk to me!" Jeremy leaned his body towards her. The familiar smell of his cologne crept into her nose, making her feel at ease.

"Please tell me what happened! Shall I take you to the hospital? How can you just sit here after taking this medicine which does so little for your health?" At this point, Jeremy didn’t even bother to disguise his concern for her.

Couldn’t she see that? He was so worried about her that he wished that it was he who had the stomachache at that moment.

Placing her hands on the back of his hand, Sherry tried to get his powerful hold off her shoulders, but she was too weak. She snorted, "I ate some durian. It made me sick and I vomited."

'Durian?

But she hates durian,' Jeremy thought, confused.

He swept her hair aside gently and scolded gently, "Why did you have to eat something you don’t even like? You can't take care of yourself, can you?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered that Steve had asked him what Sherry liked to eat and he had lied that she liked durian.

Jeremy froze at the thought. Sherry didn’t seem aware of the sudden change in his demeanor. She was so sleepy that she didn't want to say anything, nor did she want to think about anything.

She had no idea that Jeremy sincerely regretted his actions, because he had made her ill.

He figured that Steve must have asked her out in private and had probably prepared durian for her. 'But why did this stupid woman eat it?' he wondered.

She had refused him ruthlessly. Why couldn't she say no to Steve?

"Did Jeffery come here just to take care of you?" He already knew the answer to his question.

"Yes." Sherry was still angry about what had happened. Jeffery had said earlier that he only came to take care of her because she was feeling sick. She wondered if Jeremy really hadn't heard him or was just pretending like he didn't know.

Jeremy wasn’t looking for a fight. He regretted asking her. Earlier, he thought that they were going to do something that would end up hurting him.

He wanted to apologize, but he could not say a word. Realizing that this was not a good time to talk, he lifted her up into his arms.

"Let me go!" Sherry yelled and then coughed violently. With her hands flailing in the air, she tried to get out of his grasp, and in her frenzy, she accidentally hit Jeremy's face.

Jeremy growled, "Don't move! If you fall down, don't blame me." Sherry was frightened and stopped moving. She still forced herself to stare at him and said, "You are pulling on my hair."

Although her voice was weak, it was still pleasant to his ears. It was unlike the usual her, when she always spoke with thorns in her words. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Sherry had long hair. When he hugged her, he forgot to take care of her hair.

With an embarrassed smile, Jeremy moved her to the center of the bed and tucked her into the quilt. "You can go now. I want to get some rest. Alone."

She buried her face in the quilt and her voice was vague, but Jeremy could hear it clearly.

Yet, he stayed, lying beside her.

Sherry felt the bed creak under his weight. "Get out!" she cried. When she turned to look, he was staring at her. "Sleep in my arms. You will feel better."

"Forget it." 'I would only become more restless in this manner,' she thought.

Sherry didn't say it out loud, but insisted that he leave. "I don't like anyone staring at me while I sleep. You should go!"

Very few women refused him the way she did. But Jeremy was not about to quarrel with her, not while she was sick and weak. He forced a smile and said, "Sleep. I'll go. Call me if you need anything."

With a casual "Hm", Sherry closed her eyes.

He stood up from the bed. After cleaning the floor, he walked out of the room and closed the door gently.

Jeremy looked at the clock on the wall. It was past seven o'clock. He hadn't eaten anything yet, and Sherry had just vomited so much.

'She might wake up feeling hungry,' he thought.

After considering some options, he walked to the fridge in the kitchen. There was some food left in it. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

If he cooked for her, she would be so moved by his affection.

He rolled up his sleeves and decided to cook porridge for her. Jeremy had never cooked anything before. He had noticed that Sherry always wore an apron while she cooked. He wondered if he should wear it, but then decided against it.