Chapter 58 Vanity (Part Two)

Sherry was growing dazed from her sickness and exhaustion, but she shook her head firmly, a grim determination in her eyes.

He nodded. "Very well. I'll get you some medicine, and you can rest." He left the room.

She was alone in the large room, and for some reason, she began feeling an inexplicable fear.

To calm herself, she turned her head to smell the pillowcase. There was a faint, fresh, masculine smell on the linen, so it must be Chester's bed. This was his bedroom.

Drowsiness overcame her, and she started to doze off. She jerked awake when she heard Chester's voice in her ear. "Sherry? Wake up."

She forced her eyes open and saw Chester holding a cup of water and some pills. "I'm sorry I had to wake you. Just take these pills, and you can go to sleep." He took out the thermometer and gave her the medicine.

He checked the reading on the thermometer and felt a cold sweat break out on his skin, his neck prickling with anxiety. Her temperature was very high—39.5 degrees Celsius.

What a stroke of luck that he had found her there on the street. He shuddered to think what would have happened if she was still alone by now, refusing to go to a hospital. Still, even with him to help her, she might still suffer some long-lasting effects from her fever.

"Thanks," she whispered after she had swallowed the pills. She fell asleep instantly.

He brought in a bowl of ice water and some clean towels. He soaked the towels in the cold water, wrapped her hands and feet in the towels, rolled up the last towel and set it on her forehead. He stayed by her side to keep changing the towels as they warmed up on her hot skin.

"What has happened to you?" he murmured to himself, gazing down at her sleeping face. "You've turned into this desperate, frightened woman who won't even go to the hospital. What did you suffer while you were there?"

Chester wondered why her own husband hadn't taken good care of Sherry—Jeremy had seemed so adamant that they were a couple. If Jeremy was a loving husband, why did he let her suffer like this?

Chester, on the other hand, took good care of Sherry regardless of the situation, and she felt safe with him.

Every now and then she would stir, half-awake, and see that Chester was taking care of her. Although she felt chilled by the towels, her heart was warmed by his presence.

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rrived at the address, but Steve wasn't there.

As soon as Steve came home from work, a maid hurried to him to tell him that Jeremy had been waiting for him for a long time.

Steve frowned slightly. Because of their dispute about Sherry, for the first time in their friendship, Steve had some issues with Jeremy. When he saw the man seated on his living room couch, Steve didn't greet him with a smile like he'd always done before.

"What are you doing here? Why didn't you call first?" Steve asked coolly.

"I just remembered that... that I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" Jeremy said. The maid entered to place two cups of steaming coffee on the table. Neither Jeremy nor Steve took a drink.

"The usual," Steve answered. "Either working at the office, or going to the hospital to visit Sherry." He sat down near Jeremy.

Jeremy sighed. As soon as Steve had entered the house alone, he had guessed that Sherry was not with him.

"Do you often go to see her?" Jeremy asked.

"Of course! I was involved in how she got injured, so it is my duty to visit. I am not completely heartless, you know," Steve said in an offended tone.

Jeremy sneered. He stood up quickly. "I have to go now. There's something I must attend to."

Steve also stood up, giving him a look of surprise. "But we just started talking!"

"I know, but I have something urgent to deal with," Jeremy replied. He didn't bother to look at Steve as he fetched his coat and left the house.

Steve stared after Jeremy in confusion as the front door closed behind him. What had happened?