Chapter 46 Accident

It was a little hot. She had spilled some red wine on Jeremy, so he had taken off his coat and wore only a shirt. The top three buttons were unbuttoned. He managed to look casual and elegant at the same time, radiating an air of authority and nobility.

He heard the sound of Sherry's footsteps, and turned. His face was stiff.

Sherry kept her expression cold and distant. She walked past without looking at him.

However, Jeremy had no intention of letting her go that easily. Although Sherry was very tired, he would force her to talk to him.

Sure enough, he asked lightly, "Are you done? Did you enjoy yourself?"

Sherry took a deep breath, trying not to show her anger. She ignored his insinuating questions and continued walking.

Jeremy was a difficult man to ignore. Despite her pretended indifference, he moved towards her, stretching out his hand. Sherry knew he would try to reach for her, so she stepped to one side, avoiding his touch.

But Jeremy was too quick for her. In an instant he had taken her hand, pulling her to a stop. He turned her to face him and said, "You had the courage to dance with Steve. Now you don't even have the guts to face me?"

Sherry met his cold gaze. She could see the anger in his eyes, hidden beneath his flat expression.

"I don't need to answer your questions," she said coolly. Sherry spoke as though she was fending off the intrusions of some unwelcome stranger.

Her attitude successfully provoked the anger that he had been trying to conceal. Sherry had a way of wielding her words like a sharp knife. She never failed to make him lose control of his temper.

"Tell me, what questions would you be interested in answering? It looked like you were having a nice chat with Steve, but you were unwilling to be with me. Don't tell me you've fallen in love with him." Jeremy's eyebrows were knitted and his thin lips were twitching. Sherry maintained an air of indifference.

Falling in love with Steve? What a joke! That was the funniest thing Sherry had ever heard. She had absolutely no warm feelings for Steve. She felt as cold towards him as an iceberg. Still, just the sight of her spending time with another man always triggered Jeremy's wild accusation.

"That's impossible," she said flatly. "Don't even imagine that I could ever love someone like Steve." Sherry hated it when Jeremy assumed that she was in love with every man who approached her.

"Have you forgotten what I told you? Just because Steve is interested in you, you throw yourself at him!" His grip tightened painfully on her hand, and he scowled at her.

These days, it seemed that Sherry could provoke him almost effortlessly. Every moment he spent with her left him restless. Every time he spoke to her, she made him crazy.

Sherry gave him an icy look and looked down pointedly at her hand, which was beginning to ache from how hard he squeezed. The skin beneath Jeremy's grip was turning red, but she said nothing about the pain. Instead she said, "I am not throwing myself at him. There, are you satisfied?"

She didn't want to waste any more time arguing with him.

He was not reassured. "Of course, you're playing it smart by playing hard to get," he accused.

Sherry was beginning to lose her cool. She had been so calm a moment ago, but Jeremy's endless badgering was getting on her nerves.

Jeremy stared into her burning eyes and realized that she was no longer the sweet, weak girl he had married.

He felt like he couldn't recognize he

wore that gorgeous dress. She looked absolutely beautiful. Jessie thought resentfully that Sherry was probably the lofty, snobbish type, the kind of woman who obnoxiously believed that she was better than everyone else.

Her scowl disappeared as she realized that even if Jeremy had vanished, she could take the opportunity to have some fun with Sherry.

She put down the wine glass in her hand and quietly crept up behind Sherry. The other woman didn't notice, absorbed in her own thoughts.

When Jessie got near enough, a waitress was passing close to Sherry. Jessie's eyes lit up with malice as she saw her chance.

Sherry had wandered over to the middle of the hall, where glasses full of red wine were piled up on the table. She heard an exclamation and turned to see what was happening.

To her shock, a waitress in a cheongsam came flying towards her, her face frozen in horror.

Sherry tried to retreat, but the waitress collided with her. Instead of placing her weight on Sherry, the waitress threw out her hands and tried to support herself on the table. She knocked over the pile of wine glasses.

The waitress screamed. Sherry also let out a cry of surprise.

Hundreds of wine glasses tumbled to the floor.

Sherry stepped back. Her high heels caught on the hemline of her floor-length dress, and some of the glasses spilled all over her body.

The sound of shattering glass could be heard across the hall as everyone fell silent to watch the spectacle. Shards of broken glass were littered among the spreading pool of red wine on the floor.

As Sherry tripped on her dress, she fell to the ground. Her white dress was soaked in red. Sharp fragments of glass pierced her delicate skin.

"Oh my God!" someone said.

"Is that Miss Xu? What happened?"

On the floor, Sherry let out a groan. Her face was distorted with pain. She gazed around and saw that everyone was staring as she lay on the floor surrounded by wine and broken glasses.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" cried the waitress who had crashed into the table, hurrying to help Sherry get up.

Jessie, who was responsible for the entire incident, looked proudly at her handiwork. Sherry definitely looked like she was suffering now! Maybe she wouldn't be so high and mighty in the future. That would teach her not to wear dresses like that.