Man, what's wrong with you?

Chapter 22 Do You Think You Can Get Rid of Me (Part One)

Sherry hailed a cab to the apartment she used to live in. Once she stepped out of the car, she took a look around.

If she remembered correctly, Jeffery told her that he lived in this apartment. Although she didn't really know him that well, her memory of the boy's clear eyes was still vivid.

That silly boy. She had advised him not to work in the bar, but he just didn't listen. Last time, he was throwing up like that.

Sherry took the elevator to her room. From the moment she tied the knot with Jeremy, rarely did she get the chance to come to this apartment and have it cleaned. Right now, it seemed as if it was all covered with dust.

Without delay, she started cleaning the room; she mopped the floor, and wiped the windows. Time flew without her noticing, and it was already two in the afternoon. Wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead, she felt a little tired but very contented and happy.

Although the entire house seemed squeaky clean, and even the air was fresh and comfortable, she still felt that something was missing. After thinking about it for a while, she remembered that she had given a vase to Jeremy, but it was nowhere to be found.

There was nothing inside the fridge. Now that she had made up her mind to stay here once the divorce was finalized, she thought she should have the room decorated. Moreover, she would have to cook for herself in the future.

Grabbing the key and her wallet, she went to the nearest supermarket to buy a new vase and some flowers, as well as some fruits and vegetables. But when she walked out of the supermarket carrying these heavy items in her hand, she immediately felt so out of breath after taking just a few steps.

"Sherry?" A strange yet familiar voice called out to her.

Standing behind her, Jeffery reluctantly called out her name.

When Sherry turned around to check, she saw a tall and thin man, whose eyes were looking at her in surprise. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He casually walked over and smiled, "It really is you!"

They had bumped into each other here a few times before, and Sherry was also aware that he lived in the same apartment as her. Last time, after getting hurt by Jeremy and Jessie, she came back to the apartment and ran into Jeffery by chance.

Every time she saw this pure big boy, her heart just couldn't help but soften, just like how she used to feel about Jeremy in the past.

"Hey, are you done with your classes?" she asked. There were beads of sweat on Sherry's forehead. Noticing the stuff she was carrying, Jeffery quickly took it from her. Then, he told her, "Yes, I only have a few classes in the afternoon. Looks like you bought a lot of stuff. Here, let me give you a hand."

Sherry didn't want to turn down his kind gesture, so she reminded him, "Then please be careful. It's a bit heavy."

"Don't worry. I may not look like it, but I'm quite strong!" he proudly stated, as he patted himself on the chest.

Judging from her reaction, Sherry seemed to be quite pleased. She gave most of the items she was carrying to Jeffery and decided to carry only a small plastic bag. Then, she said, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Sherry, what brings you here today?" asked Jeffery.

The smile on Sherry's face faded a little. Seeing this, Jeffery said, "Did your husband embarrass you last time?"

It seemed that Jeffery never failed to notice the embarrassed look on her face. Sherry still continued smiling, although it was rather stiff. "No, he didn't really embarrass me. He has always been like that, so I'm already used to it."

Seeing the expression Sherry was wearing, Jeffery suddenly felt so irritated. Truth be told, he wanted to punch her hateful husband so hard.

However, deep down inside, he knew full well that he had no right to do so. After all, Jeremy was still her husband!

When they took the elevator to her floor, there were only the two of them in it. Remembering how much Jeffery had thrown up last time, Sherry had to ask, "Are you still working in that bar?"

As he heard this, Jeffery's face turned red in embarrassment and he stammered, "Yes, I still haven't found the chance to leave yet."

"Is it because you need the money?" She ended up regretting asking him about this.

Hearing such a straightforward question, a college student like Jeffery must have felt so upset, thinking that she was looking down on him.

As expected, Jeffery's face turned even redder. Pursing his lips, he replied, "I'm going to pay you back in the future." He said that with a straight face.

Hearing this, Sherry shook her head and said at once, "No, you should focus on your studies first. It's not too late for you to earn money before you graduate."

There was still a strange look on Jeffery's face. How could she say that to a boy with such a strong self- esteem?

Sherry couldn't help sighing deep inside. Moments later, the elevator stopped at the floor where she was living. So, she stepped out of the elevator, walked toward her unit, and let Jeffery come in.

"Where should I place the vase?" Jeffery asked as soon as they walked in.

Sherry pointed toward the TV cabinet and said, "You can just put it there!"

Jeffery did as she asked and put it down then he shook his hand. Sherry poured a glass of water for Jeffery and said, "Thank you so much. It must have been tiring. Come on. Take a seat and have a rest."

"Not at all. I'm glad that I can be of help to you," Jeffery said with a smile as he took the glass of water.

"You are such a sweet talker, aren't you? You must be very popular with the ladies at school." "Yes, I guess that's true,"

Jeffery said in a loud voice as he sat on the living room. Then, he went on and added, "Yes, some girls liked me, but I didn't really like them. They were so annoying."

In the kitchen, a smile crept onto Sherry's face as she put the food she had just bought in the supermarket in the fridge. After taking a look at the time on the clock, she said to Jeffery in the living room, "Jeffery, why don't you stay for dinner?"

Hearing this, he smiled again, revealing his beautiful pearly whites. He stood up right away and walked toward the kitchen, asking, "Really?"

"Well, you helped me out a lot today. So, I thought I should prepare a meal for you as a sign of my gratitude. What would you like to eat? I don't mean to brag, but I'm actually good at cooking!" Sherry said, turning to look at him.

"I'm not a picky eater. So, I'll eat whatever you're going to cook." Leaning against the kitchen door, Jeffery looked at Sherry who was wearing an apron and had her hair long hair tied. At that moment, she looked like such a virtuous wife.

"Then I'll do my best. You can't say no, okay?" Taking a fish out of the fridge, she began to peel the scales right away.

Nodding his head, Jeffery walked over to give her a hand.

It was time to get off work. Jeremy felt so drained after all of the heavy work. The bandage on his head was a bit annoying for him. Although it seemed to be something unseemly, it was still a symbol of manliness on his head.

As soon as he arrived at work in the morning, the female employees began to chatter how he got the wound on his forehead. Every day, those women seemed to enjoy gossiping about him. He had already gotten used to it. From time to time, he would hear some gossips, saying that he got injured while fooling around with his mistress.