Chapter 387 Confession

Her waist length hair was fluttering in the wind, and the rubber band had already fallen somewhere. She didn't notice it at that time. Now reminded by Jeremy, she remembered that her hair had already been scattered.

"It's fine. It's not a big deal." Said Sherry, calmly wiping her hair.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Jeremy take out a green silk scarf from his pocket.

She looked at Jeremy in surprise.

"Sit down." Jeremy patted the chair beside him and said gently.

As if they were ordinary lovers, when Jeremy looked at her affectionately, Sherry was a little panicked.

"It's okay. I'll buy another one later..." Before Sherry could say anything, Jeremy held her hand and forced her to sit down.

Then Jeremy began to tie her hair. His long ten fingers pierced through her hair, she was infatuated with that feeling, hoping that this moment could last forever.

Sherry straightened her back and felt that Jeremy's fingers rubbed against her hair.

It was the first time that he had tied a woman's hair, so Jeremy did it very gently, fearing that he would hurt her if he pulled one of her hair.

"All right." Said Jeremy, putting his hand on her shoulder.

Sherry stood up in a hurry and put her hand behind her head. As soon as she touched the silk scarf, she heard Jeremy say in a deep and cold tone, "Don't take it off!"

Sherry curled her lips and put down her hands.

It was rare for her to be so obedient, so Jeremy smiled. Finally, one day, Sherry could be obedient.

"I'm leaving." Facing the smile of Jeremy, Sherry still said indifferently.

She turned around and walked out of the rooftop with the vacuum cup in her hand.

Looking at her receding figure, Jeremy seemed to have the fragrance of her hair in his hand.

He sat on the bench and looked up at the Spencer. He closed his eyes and gave a faint smile.

Sherry went downstairs and opened the door of Jeffery's ward.

Jeffery was reading a newspaper. Hearing the familiar footsteps, he immediately looked up from the newspaper and saw Sherry walking towards him with a smile.

"It's too late today!" Jeffery looked at the time on his phone and said.

In the past few days, Sherry came to accompany him every day, and he would remember the time she came every day. What he looked forward to most every day was the moment she came.

"Well, I was delayed on the way." Said Sherry, pretending to be calm.

She didn't know whether Jeremy's medicine used on her face worked or not, she wondered whether Jeffery would see the slap mark on her face.

In fact, Jeffery saw the slap on her face as soon as she came in, but he didn't say anything.

Perhaps it was John who slapped her again, so he didn't know what to say to comfort Sherry.

"I made some soup for you. Drink more." Said Sherry.

She didn't take the wound on her face seriously, and Jeffery didn't mention it either. She certainly didn't want him to know.

"I have delicious soup to drink every day. I'm living a good

nurse over. Wait a minute."

Then she turned around and walked out.

Looking at her back, Jeffery smiled coldly.

As expected, a loser couldn't be compared with a person like Jeremy. Jeffery thought of the silk scarf that Jeremy gave to Sherry, and the past that the two had.

Like a slide, scenes flashed in front of him. Jeffery's expression was very cold.

Maybe Zoe was right. Maybe he should take some other way instead of waiting passively.

Jeffery picked up his phone on the bedside table and dialed a number.

On the other side, Zoe was in a mess. She was either asked by the driver or urged by her father Adam to think of ways to set others up every day.

When she received the phone call from Jeffery, her heart sank. She answered the phone, "Hello."

Jeffery was silent for two seconds and seemed to be hesitating, but he immediately said, "I agreed to your condition."

Zoe covered her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting Jeffery's answer, she finally felt relieved and had an illusion that she could see the bright moon.

"Well, it's good that you can think it through."

After saying a few words to her, Jeffery hung up the phone. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and a sneer of triumph appeared in his eyes.

At this time, he heard the door was gently pushed open and he turned his head.

Jeremy appeared at the door. He looked at Jeffery coldly.

Sherry called the nurse over and strolled outside for a while, thinking about Jeffery.

It was not until now that she remembered his confession. There was helplessness, disbelief, and more pity in her heart.

If she really had to spend the rest of her life taking care of him, it was not impossible. But if she had to be with him...

It was hard for Sherry to imagine that. Because she had always regarded Jeffery as her brother!

She strolled around in the garden downstairs. She checked the time and thought that Jeffery should be almost done, so she went upstairs slowly.