Chapter 69 She Is Deliberate (Part One)

The wind rustled through the trees that lined the hospital premises. Sherry stood outside, her body quivering in anger. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she turned and left, heading home.

In reality, Sherry couldn't quite place her finger on what exactly was wrong with him. All she knew was that he was deeply injured.

She found it difficult to believe that he would go through the lengths of conspiring with a doctor just to fool her. That would have just been too appalling to accept.

When she arrived home, she was still immersed in her own thoughts. She did her best to calm herself down as she went about her errands. She poured out the soup from the thermos bottle and started making another pot. Once she was done, she quickly packed it up and headed back to the hospital.

Jeremy was lying on the bed and reading a book when she arrived. The minute he heard her coming, he immediately put away his book. He raised her head and carefully watched her face, waiting for any reaction only to be disappointed. Her face was unfathomable.

"Why did you come so late?" Jeremy asked, frowning. Sherry glared at him. It took everything she had to restrain her anger.

As her eyes fell on his arm that was in a plaster, she couldn't help but feel even more annoyed.

He looked fine—he wasn't even supposed to be in the hospital. He was completely healthy! She scoffed to herself inwardly.

"I had to work overtime and there was traffic." The look on her face quickly shifted. She wasn't good at lying and she wasn't able to hide her uneasiness as she made up excuses. When one observed carefully, one would find out her lies.

'It's late already. Was there really traffic at this time?' His eyes rested on her curiously as she restlessly shifted her weight on one foot to the other.

After a few seconds, Sherry cleared her throat in an attempt to ease the awkward atmosphere. She opened the thermos bottle letting the aroma waft through the air. With that, Jeremy instantly grimaced.

Did she really make carrot soup? What was she trying to do? She knew how much he hated carrots but she still made carrot soup for him. Of all the soups that she could make, did she really have to choose this one? What on earth was she thinking? Was she that crazy? Or was she just being plain stupid? Was she deliberately doing this?

"Come on, drink it!" Sherry said. She edged the thermos bottle towards him an

enjoying this? Tell me if I'm going too hard," Sherry said, panting.

Jeremy was enjoying this way too much. He closed his eyes, relishing the moment. "I'm really enjoying this, Sherry."

Sherry slowly concluded the massage, tired and exhausted. It annoyed her to see Jeremy so upbeat. He was supposed to be in pain! He wasn't supposed to be happy! After all the energy she put in!

She quickly went to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she returned, she saw the nurse entering the room. She couldn't help but notice the needle on the tray. "Are you going to inject him?" she inquired.

The nurse looked at her and nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

Sherry stole a glance at Jeremy from the corner of her eye.

What injection could Jeremy possibly need? He looked about as healthy as a horse! Even lying in a hospital bed, he looked even healthier than she did. 'Is it a glucose injection then?' she wondered.

Sherry then offered, "Let me do it. I can do the injection." She took a step towards the nurse, a knowing smile on her face.

Both Jerry and the nurse were taken with surprise.

She tried to ease the questioning look on their faces by saying, "Come on, I've done this before. Let me do it!" Sherry widened her eyes, putting on an innocent look. She looked at the nurse to plead.

'How would she know how to do this?' Jeremy asked himself, stunned. He didn't know that she would know how to do an injection.

"I'm sorry. I can't let you do it. It's not ethical," the nurse refused her request bluntly.

Sherry frowned upon the nurse's refusal. She turned away slowly, inching towards the wall.