Chapter 34 You Have No Right to Interfere With Me

After all, Jeremy was her husband. But in the three years since they'd gotten married, they'd told very few people about it.

Sherry thought it was ridiculous to let other people know she was his wife. Her expression turned cold and she opened her lips, as though to speak, but she didn't say anything.

"I'll give you some time to consider it. You can go to work now," said Jeremy. He withdrew his hand.

As soon as he pulled away, Sherry turned and practically ran into the office building.

Jeremy watched her go. As soon as she was out of sight, he glanced at Chester, who was staring at him.

It usually didn't matter to Jeremy what others thought of him. But he wanted the people he cared about to see that, especially Chester.

Sherry worked in the advertising department. When she reached her desk, she dropped her bag, and then went straight to the tea room. She couldn't stop thinking about what Jeremy had just done, and it made her angrier with him. She was so annoyed that she would have bitten him if he was there right now, to show her displeasure.

She got a glass of water and returned to her desk. She had just gotten settled in her seat when she saw Beisy entering the office.

Beisy went to greet Langston, who suddenly looked over at her. He called, "Sherry, come here for a moment."

Sherry put down the glass and went to them. "Director Langston, Beisy, good morning," she greeted them.

"Mr. Gu is going to meet a client. Can you come with us?" Beisy asked.

Langston was quite capable of handling the meeting on his own. However, the fact that Chester wanted to take Sherry along to meet the client showed that he attached great importance to her.

Sherry nodded heavily. "Good, get your files and let's go. We'll start right now," Langston instructed.

Sherry and Langston arrived at the conference room. The room was full of staff who were busy setting up a projector and placing bottles of water on the table. As soon as they finished, Langston and Sherry went to their seats and brought out their own files, ready to listen and take notes on the meeting.

Langston was relatively young, not even forty years old, but he was very calm and trustworthy. Sherry knew that from her experience in working with him. He would patiently explain things and answer questions about the matters she didn't understand.

However, Langston had not yet discovered all that she was capable of, apart from the jewelry design he'd seen three years ago.

In general, his attitude towards her was neither too cold nor too warm, but Sherry didn't mind. They were deep in discussion about the upcoming meeting when they heard footsteps coming closer.

They glanced towards the door and saw Beisy enter, followed by a familiar face. It was Steve Song!

Langston stood up to give the client a warm reception. But Sherry remained seated, staring at Steve in a daze.

Steve looked totally different from how she remembered him. For this business meeting, he was dressed neatly in a sharp gray suit; his hair was combed back instead of tousled, and his face was bright and alert. There was no trace of the leering playboy she'd met before.

After Steve, Chester entered, followed by senior executives from both companies.

Sherry took a deep breath. Now was not the time to fall apart. She stood up and forced a welcoming smile onto her face.

"Mr. Song, good to see you," Langston greeted politely. Sherry's face was stiff as she repeated, "Mr. Song."

Steve had not noticed her yet, but when he heard that voice, he knew it sounded familiar. He turned his head quickly and saw Sherry standing behind Langston, on the opposite side of the table.

His eyes lit up. He said, "Miss Xu!"

Calling her 'Sherry' would be awkward, so he decided against it. There were too many people here, and this was a formal business association. It was inappropriate for him to do so. He and Chester were friends, and he was here to make a deal. He shouldn't be distracted by a woman.

Chester raised an eye

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

my nodded and walked back in, and they sat down together to eat dinner. She had prepared only green vegetables. Jeremy wondered if this was why she had been losing weight. Still, he ate a large serving of her food.

Sherry could see that he wasn't comfortable eating this kind of food, and she enjoyed his discomfort. She had the pleasure of exacting revenge on him for showing up unexpectedly. Anyway, she was only cooking for herself, so he had no choice but to eat what she wanted to eat.

"Would you consider resigning from your new job?" Jeremy asked suddenly, while Sherry was washing the dishes. He leaned against the kitchen door. His voice was careless, but he was closely watching her reaction.

She went on washing the dishes. Calmly she said, "No. I won't resign."

He discarded his pretense of casualness and walked up behind her. "What did you say?" he asked in a dangerous, unpleasant tone.

Sherry met his eyes with a serene look. "I said, I won't resign. I've already told you I won't quit my job. It doesn't matter what you say or do. It won't affect me."

"Sherry, listen to me!" he shouted. Why did she always make him so angry?

He refused to admit that it had been difficult to keep calm when he saw Chester put a coat around her shoulders. He'd almost lost his temper with Steve when he heard that he was planning to pursue her. He was so jealous that it made him furious.

"Remember what I said I'd do if you don't quit your job?" he threatened ruthlessly.

Sherry finished with the last of the dishes and dried her hands. Then she turned to face him. Her eyes were as clear and bright as a calm, still pond. She was like a cool breeze compared to the violent storm of his anger.

"By now you must have noticed that I've changed a lot since I left you. Or maybe not, since you never really bother to pay any attention to me. I'm telling you now that it won't work if you try to imprison me. I'm not who I used to be," she told him. Every word was calm and composed. She continued,

"I'm free to decide whether I want to work or not. Before, you were the center of my life. Look how that worked out! So now, I'm putting myself first. You have no right to interfere with my decision."

Jeremy moved closer to her, so that there was hardly any space between them. He heard every single word she said. He'd never heard her sound so harsh and firm before. The realization began to dawn on him that she really wouldn't resign.

"You say you want to work! Fine, then, keep working! You'll pay for your decision!" He spoke through gritted teeth, feeling frustrated and furious with her. He gave her a last, piercing glare and walked out of the kitchen.