He looked at the apron. The pink color did not match his stern temperament.
Sherry hardly got any sleep. She felt uncomfortable, no matter what position she tried to sleep in. As she tossed and turned around in her bed, loud noises came from outside her room.
A few seconds later, she finally opened her eyes and listened carefully. After a while, she heard a loud crack.
'What the hell is he doing? Is he trying to tear down my home?'
She was about to pull down the quilt to get up when she saw the door open.
It was already late in the evening and the room was dark. When Jeremy came in, he saw her silhouette on the bed and figured she was still asleep. So, he didn't turn on the light.
As soon as he walked in, Sherry smelled something sweet. Her stomach spoke before she could stop it. "Jeremy?"
He rushed towards her with a smile and said, "You are awake! Are you hungry?"
He quickly turned on the light. Sherry lay in bed, gawking at him.
"Sit up. I cooked some porridge for you." He put a large bowl of porridge on the bedside table and sat on the bed. He held her shoulders and helped her sit up.
It was rare that Sherry listened to him without refusing his help. She let him hold her in his arms and leaned her head against his chest obediently.
"Did you break a bowl just now?" Sherry asked. Jeremy grabbed the spoon to feed her.
The smile on his face grew bigger. 'It's better not to ruin the moment,' he thought.
"You vomited a lot. You must be really hungry. Here, have this porridge. You need energy." He cleverly dodged her question.
Sherry gawked at the bowl
glowered, but Sherry avoided eye contact with him. He hated her defiance. Her eyes were pure and crystal clear, and although her face was pale, she was still beautiful. Looking at her side face, he wished he could make her look into his eyes and tell her that she was wrong about a lot of things.
"Stop reading too much into everything. It's not what you think." Jeremy suppressed his anger and tried to talk to her as gently as possible.
She said he was pretending in front of her. Did she really think that he was pretending to care for her? He really wanted to take care of the woman! He even cooked for her!
"I told you! It doesn't matter. I've seen all those women you used to hang around. What does it have to do with me anyway? I'm not who I used to be. I will never let you trample over my love and my heart ever again!" shouted Sherry.
'What the hell is she talking about? Why is she making such a fuss over a call from Jessie? And I hung up the phone without even answering.
She has no idea what happened in the morning. How can she judge me so blindly?'