Chapter 226 Stop Being So Sentimental (Part Two)

"Let's go to my home." Chester raised his lips and ordered

Hearing this, Sherry was stunned. Then, Chester looked at her and saw the bag in her hand. He smiled and asked, "Did you come out on purpose to buy me a gift and then sprained your ankle?"

Sherry followed his gaze and looked at the bag in her hand, without saying anything.

"If so, I'd rather not receive the gift." Seeing that she was silent, Chester felt a little guilty.

"Then I will sprain it in vain." Sherry continued.

He drove fast and soon they arrived at his house.

He got off the car first, walked to the side of Sherry, opened the door, bent down and carried her out directly.

Sherry's hands were somewhat stiff on his neck, and her body was unnaturally twisted. "In fact, it is not so serious as you think. I can get off the car and walk on my own," she said

Chester carried her straight into the house. Sherry looked around with some worry, fearing that any journalists would suddenly appear.

"There's no need to do that. I've already publicly admitted my relationship with you. No matter how they take pictures or write, there's no way they can step out of that circle." He looked straight into the distance with a faint smile on his face.

Sherry closed her lips and gradually relaxed herself.

She was not afraid that the media would make some new headlines, but she just didn't want to get a little bit more impact on Chester, because she didn't want to be dragged into any more trouble by her.

In the room, Chester put down Sherry on the sofa carefully.

"Let me see!" He took off her shoes and socks. Her white, smooth ankle swelled up.

Raising a wisp of hair on one of her temples, Sherry fixed her eyes on Chester.

His movement was so gentle that she had a s

at had happened recently and his protection for her. She felt that she could never repay him in her life.

"Only you and me?" She asked again to confirm it.

Chester stood up, looked down at her and nodded, "Yes, only the two of us."

Sherry breathed a sigh of relief, took out her phone and shook it in front of him, "Then I'll order a cake."

Chester took her phone and put it on the tea table. He said casually, "No, thanks. I'll cook to celebrate my birthday."

And that's all for simple birthday? Sherry was stunned.

In the past, whenever there was a birthday party for Jeremy, she would work for a long time to surprise him. However, the surprise didn't work at all.

But the birthday party of Chester was nothing like this. It was nothing like her expectation.

"So what? I'll cook for you! " After saying that, Sherry stood up, but she forgot that her foot was injured. As soon as she stood up, she was in pain and sat down hard.

"Watch out!" Chester dropped the things in his hands and reached out his hands to hold her arms.

Chester looked into her eyes and gently scolded her, "Since you know you are injured, don't move. Aren't you afraid of pain?"