After staying silent for a few seconds, Jeremy picked up the pen and paper and wrote down, "All right, I'll divorce you when you get better. But until you have fully recovered, I would be the one to take care of you."
Then, he put the paper in front of Sherry so she could read it, but it seemed that she had no interest in taking a look at it.
In fact, she even turned her head and looked away. Despite that, Jeremy patiently handed the paper over to her.
Once she read what he had written on the paper, Sherry couldn't believe her eyes and helplessly glanced at him.
Raising her head, she gave him a look filled with indifference. It took him a lot of effort to say such a thing.
"Are you serious?" Sherry anxiously asked.
The divorce thing was something they had discussed a number of times already, but Jeremy would keep refusing every single time.
But this time, he couldn't turn it down anymore.
"Yes, I am. But, you have to let me take care of you," he wrote.
Sherry took the paper and stared at it for a while before nodding her head slightly. "Well, you have to keep your promise."
Only then was his heart finally set at ease. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leaned forward, trying to get close to her.
Seeing this, Sherry leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes, and curtly said, "Don't get close to me. It's annoying."
Being told off again, he was left with no choice but to leave her alone and clean up the mess on the floor.
The cup had been smashed by her. Water had been spilled all over the floor, and some of it even got into his clothes, but he just didn't realize it.
When he was done sweeping and mopping the floor, Jeremy returned to the bed. Unfortunately for him, Sherry kept looking outside the window and wouldn't even look at him for so much as a second.
Suddenly, Jeremy handed over a piece of paper to her. Sherry slowly took a look at it.
"I haven't seen Steve lately."
Thinking that it wasn't anything important, she didn't say a word.
Pausing for a brief second, he went on and added, "Do you really love Steve?"
Casting Jeremy a glance, Sherry could tell that he really wanted to figure it out.
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.
. After opening one of the boxes, he put it down on the bedside table.
The faint smell of rice permeated in the room. Sherry no longer wanted to throw up, unlike before. Now, it felt a bit better. At the very least, she didn't feel sick when she caught a whiff of it.
"Come on, you should get up and have something to eat!" he urged her, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Sherry did as he asked and moved her body, trying to get up, albeit slowly.
A heavy sigh of relief escaped from his heart. At that point, he was just so worried that Sherry might choose to completely ignore him. Her being angry at him was fine, but he didn't want her to keep starving herself.
He proceeded to help her eat the congee. However, Sherry simply shook her head, pointing to the bedside.
Feeling so desperate, he had to move the dinner table to the bedside and put it in front of her. Then, he placed the bowl of congee on it and handed her the spoon.
"It's still hot, so be careful not to burn your tongue," Jeremy wrote on the paper.
Sherry took a spoonful. Thinking that it wasn't so bad, she decided to have a little more.
Watching her eat it, Jeremy finally felt relieved.
However, when the food made its way to her stomach, she suddenly felt a stream of stomach acid surging up her throat. Unable to bear the feeling, she ended up throwing up at the bedside.
"Sherry!" He hurriedly moved to her side and handed her a towel to wipe herself with.