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

'Well, these women are really amazing and have quite the imagination.'

As soon as he was done with work and walked out of his office, his secretary, Barry Jing, followed him closely behind and told him the words he had prepared earlier, "Mr. Ou, we're going to have a dinner meeting with the senior executives of T Company later tonight..."

Before he could finish what he was trying to say, Jeremy cut him off and said in a cold tone, "Help me come up with an excuse."

This dinner was a very serious matter as Jeremy had always considered the collaboration with T Company to be of great importance. With that in mind, Barry Jing was a bit surprised that Jeremy wanted to turn down their invitation today.

Pausing for a while, Barry Jing said, albeit hesitantly, "Okay. But Miss Liang..."

"I'll be coming home tonight." The elevator arrived at the basement level. Jeremy got out of the elevator and walked towards his car.

"Yes, I'll take care of it right away," replied Barry Jing.

In fact, Jessie had visited the hospital once today. At that time, Jeremy was currently in a meeting, and the meeting had lasted for quite a while. Since she had been waiting for so long, she left feeling so displeased and asked Barry Jing to let Jeremy know that she had come to see him.

Unfortunately for Jessie, she never thought that Jeremy would ignore her today. For that reason, Barry Jing was somewhat happy for Sherry.

Only a handful of people knew that Sherry and Jeremy were actually married. As Jeremy's secretary, he found out about these things early on. Over the past few years, he more or less had an idea of what his boss had done to Sherry.

For a long time, Barry Jing had been feeling sorry for Sherry. A proud woman like her ended up turning into an obedient and submissive woman in front of Jeremy.

On the other hand, Jeremy, who had always been a playboy, never changed for anyone.

Jeremy drove straight home.

He knew that Sherry would be there waiting for him in the villa.

At the thought of this, a cold smile appeared on Jeremy's face. After parking the car, he opened the door and stumbled upon a busy figure. His face turned into a frown; he thought that this figure did not look like Sherry at all.

Vicky's eyes instantly lit up at the sight of Jeremy. He was really a handsome man. How lucky Ms. Xu was to have him!

Looking at him, she politely said, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Ou. I'm the new maid. My name is Vicky Fang."

Sherry told him this morning that she had hired a maid to look after the villa. Seeing the cold expression on his face and the intimidating aura he gave off, all Vicky could do was stand aside in silence without saying anything else.

Even if she hired a maid, wasn't she supposed to go out to welcome her husband when he came back from work?

This wasn't how she used to act.

"Where is Sherry?" he asked.

"This morning, Ms. Xu went out and brought her luggage with her. She told me that she wanted to go out for a while," Vicky replied, keeping her voice low as she looked him up and down from the corner of her eyes.

"She left? And she brought her luggage?"

"Yes," Vicky answered, nodding her head.

"Did she tell you anything about where she is going?"

"Well, Ms. Xu didn't mention anyth

ing about it." Jeremy seemed to be as cold as an iceberg. When he spoke, his face was devoid of any emotion. Because of this, Vicky felt that it was rather depressing to talk with him.

Jeremy went upstairs and opened the bedroom door. The room was still as tidy as it was before and the pillow he had thrown on the floor had been arranged.

When he opened the wardrobe, he was surprised to find out that it was empty!

This woman had really gone, taking away all of her clothes with her.

Jeremy squinted his eyes and thought, 'Do you seriously think you can get rid of me like this? I know everything about you!

Where else could you possibly go to other than the apartment you had bought?'

Without thinking twice, he immediately went downstairs and drove out. Vicky was standing behind him, wanting to ask whether he was going to come back for dinner, but all she heard was "Snap!" The door was slammed shut.

He was driving at full speed. After driving for a long time, he suddenly realized that he forgot the exact location of her apartment. Once he got off the viaduct, he pulled over by the side of the road and called Barry Jing.

When it came to phone calls coming from his boss, Barry Jing would surely answer it right away. "Sir, what's the matter?"

"I want you to check the location of the apartment Sherry bought before. Once you're done, send the address to me right away." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Jeremy had always been a man of few words.

However, when Barry Jing heard the tone he was speaking in, he couldn't help feeling worried for some reason. Did his boss have another argument with Sherry?

As soon as he found the exact address, he sent a message to Jeremy without delay.

With that, he started the engine again, and quickly drove toward the apartment.

In the apartment.

"Just go back to the living room. You don't have to do anything. Dinner will be ready soon," Sherry helplessly said.

Jeffery was trying his best, but he was a bit clumsy. The shell of the egg got mixed in. In spite of that, he kept insisting, "I can cook. I swear. I don't know what's wrong with me today, he-he!"

He rubbed the back of his head, wearing a sheepish grin.

Perhaps he was just a bit nervous. Only he was clearly aware of it deep in his heart, but he dared not say it out loud.

This made Sherry chuckle, and she said, "Well, we can have dinner now."

All the dishes had been served on the table. Looking at the sumptuous dinner in front of him, Jeffery could smell the tempting aroma that filled the room. He couldn't help but say, "Sherry, you're so talented. You're probably even better than the cooks in big hotels!"

How many times had she cooked these dishes when she had nothing to do? She had already lost count.

Everyone seemed to lose their sense of taste whenever they eat dishes they had prepared themselves. Truth be told, when she served these dishes to Jeremy, she felt that they tasted terrible.

That being said, his husband could never see her efforts. At this moment, Sherry looked at Jeffery, who was merrily eating the food she cooked, and smiled contentedly.

Somehow, that was enough for her.

They were having a good time talking and laughing. After a few bites, the doorbell suddenly rang.