"Huh!" As soon as she finished speaking, Steve chortled. "Think of what you're going to say first before answering. Why did you do that?"
Steve still refused to believe the waitress as he walked out.
The hall was a mess as the melodious violin music continued to play. The ambience was gone and no one wanted to be there anymore.
The waitress looked back at Steve in despair, not knowing what to say. How else could she explain herself?
She had no idea who had bumped into her and there weren't any CCTVs. Was there someone who could testify for her?
"I have no idea if you did it on purpose but if you did, you're dead meat," someone chimed in.
"Mr. Song has no time to deal with this matter for now. He has already left anyway so we can leave now too."
The hall wasn't chaotic anymore as there were only a few people left. Scattered on the floor was the spilled red wine and the blood-stained glass fragments.
The waitress sighed as she racked her mind, trying to recall who had bumped into her.
Meanwhile, Jeremy, with Sherry still in his arms, was just about to reach the exit. When he opened the door, he noticed Jesse walking towards him. Feigning surprise, Jessie looked at him and asked, "Jeremy, where are you going?"
Jessie knew well enough not to call him 'honey' considering the circumstances.
Jeremy was visibly still angry. If only they weren't at such a fancy event, he would have already lost his temper.
Without answering Jessie's question, Jeremy strode to his car, carrying Sherry in his arms.
Sherry was breathing heavily from the pain.
"Aww..." When Jeremy heard this, he only grew m
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.
the strength to let out a laugh.
"I'll find out who did this!" His voice was firm but Sherry remained motionless.
The car was speeding on the road. The neon lights on both sides of the road stung her eyes. When she opened her eyes, all she could see were the flashing lights.
Her sight gradually became blurred and her mind was in a trance.
Suddenly, the car halted. The momentum caused her to lean forward and hit her back.
It hurt so much that she almost cried out in pain.
"Damn it!" Jeremy cursed as he cast a glance at Sherry who had a pained look on her face.
Jeremy had to slam his foot on the brakes as a pedestrian suddenly crossed the road.
"If it hurts, you can cry out. There's no one else here. It's just you and me. You don't have to pretend in front of me," he reminded again.
Sherry bit her lower lip. The pain stung her but she just chose to endure it quietly.
"I'm fine. You don't have to be worried. Just focus on driving carefully." Sweat was trickling down her forehead but even as she spoke, she sounded calm as if she wasn't in any pain at all.