Chapter 85 Vitamin Or Contraceptive

The weekend brought a bright sunny day, and both Sherry and Jeremy had a day off from work.

Sherry was so tired even when she had slept for a long time and lazed in bed, not getting up until it was ten o'clock in the morning, and by then, she had a mild backache.

Jeremy, who always got up early, uncharacteristically woke up late too.

After breakfast, Sherry took a bucket of water and put on old clothes so she could clean comfortably. Soon after, she got down to business.

"Hey, come here and give me a hand!" she shouted at Jeremy, who was still reading in his study.

And even though he was not pleased with the way she called him, he still put aside his book to help her with whatever she was doing.

He found her standing on a chair, half-hanging out of the window, as she stretched out her hand to touch the other side of the glass.

"What are you doing?!" Jeremy asked in alarm. He immediately rushed over and grabbed her leg in his arms and pulled her away from the window.

He knocked over the bucket in his rush, and the water inside it spilled out until it was half-empty.

Sherry frowned down at him, as she put her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance. She glared at him and said, "I'm cleaning the windows. What are you fussing about?"

'Cleaning the windows?' he thought in confusion.

Looking at the rag on the ground and the bucket that he had just bumped into, he realized that she was, indeed, cleaning.

"Put me down!" Sherry struggled over him and jumped out of his arms like an annoyed cat.

"Do you know how dangerous it is to wipe it like that?" He frowned, still in a state of shock.

Sherry picked up the rag on the ground and said stubbornly, "The glass outside needs to be clean too. Otherwise, it will look dirty no matter how many times the inside is cleaned."

He opened his mouth to argue more about its dangers, but Sherry turned away from him impatiently.

As she lifted the half-empty bucket from the ground, she muttered, "I called you here to help, not to make a bigger mess! You should just go back to your reading!"

But Jeremy grabbed the bucket from her hand and said, "No, I'll help you."

And without waiting for her to agree or complain more, he left for the bathroom and left Sherry beside the window.

He returned a short while later, having fetched another bucket of water and rag. "It's dangerous for you, so I'll go and wipe it."

Sherry nodded and watched him step on the chair. "Be careful!"

she reminded him from the ground, holding the chair steady.

Jeremy went down after he cleaned the windows, and Sherry glanced admiringly at his work, patting him in appreciation. She said, "You did a good job. Now that you are done, you can go anywhere you want."

He smiled when he heard this since he felt that Sherry was starting to treat him better.

"Let me help you," Jeremy insisted as he trailed behind her like a lost puppy.

Sherry was stunned and turned to look at him. "Are you sure?"

With a frown, he said in his usual low and deep voice, "What? You think I can't do it?"

Sherry did not acknowledge this question and instead gave him the mop in her hands. Jeremy looked at her, but she was busy wiping the tea table.

Before he knew it, he was mopping the floor, as she wiped the TV cabinet and other surfaces in their home.

"Every corner needs to be cleaned well!" she called out to him as she cleaned one of their tables.

At this order, he immediately started to clean even the corners of the room.

"You have to move the sofa and mop under it too!"

Without saying anything, Jeremy did as she told him, even though it took him a long time to move the heavy sofa.

"Why are you moving while the floor is wet? Don't move the sofa back until the floor beneath is completely dried."

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.

ot greet her either. Instead, he was staring ahead without saying anything, and his hands were gripping the steering wheel so much that his fingertips were white from the pressure.

Sherry felt weird but decided to ignore it.

"What time did you arrive? Did you wait long?" Sherry asked as she fastened the seat belt.

When he still didn't answer, she turned toward him saw that he was holding a white bottle with his white-knuckled grip.

She was stunned at once, and then slowly, became cold and indifferent.

"Let's go home!" she said, pretending to be calm.

When the truth was that she felt afraid and hesitant.

Why did he bring that pill to her all of a sudden? Did he bring it here by accident or on purpose? 'Something is definitely wrong,' she thought with dread.

"Here is your vitamins." He took the bottle and gave it to Sherry.

She swallowed her saliva nervously before she reached out to take it, but Jeremy suddenly took it back like he had changed his mind.

"Actually, I haven't been feeling well lately. Maybe I need vitamins too." After these words, Jeremy pretended to open the bottle.

"No!" Sherry exclaimed, and she nervously held his hand to stop him.

Actually, he was acting, but Sherry did not know that Jeremy was just pretending.

"Why can't I take some? It's just vitamins right?" At last, Jeremy turned his head to look at her.

"Because, because..." Sherry stared at him and didn't know how to explain.

"Because it's not vitamins. It's contraceptive, right?" he said in a cold voice, the kind that he would get only when he was too angry to shout.

Sherry was immediately wary, and her heart seemed to pick up its pace, beating twice as fast compared to when she entered the car.

At the same time, a small trace of regret crossed her mind.

She couldn't even tell why she was feeling regretful all of a sudden. Was it because she had taken the contraceptive pills or because she had put the bottle in a conspicuous place?

If she hid it better, maybe she would not be in this trouble. "Well, say something? Why won't you answer? Am I scaring you? Tell me the truth, is this contraceptive pill?" His questions came like waves that drowned her, and she could not answer at all.

Sherry bit her lips and said in a low voice, "How did you find out?"

With a sneer, he opened the bottle, took out two pills, and said, "I accidentally spilled the bottle this morning, so I decided to buy you a new one, but imagine my surprise when the doctor told me it's not vitamins at all!"