Man, what's wrong with you? novel Chapter 11

Jeremy stared at the two, a fist clenched tight by his side, as he resisted punching Jeffery's face.

He stepped forward, his hands itching to separate them, but he stopped at the last minute. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice that.

"What are you doing?" His voice was calm and firm, but his eyes betrayed the anger that flared within him.

No outright sign of his anger could be observed, but Sherry still noticed it, as not much could escape her keen senses. She moved away from Jeffery immediately as if she was burnt.

"Jeremy..." She breathed his name out like a prayer. "Please don't misunderstand." Jeffery straightened behind her, feeling her tension and discomfort in the face of Jeremy's sharp eyes. He explained in a low voice, a voice that could be used for a wild animal that was about to spring out.

"She got scalded. I was just treating the burnt feet."

That was clear and concise.

And even though Sherry didn't have the chance to introduce Jeremy to him, who else had a key and could open the door so comfortably except for the owner?

'Was she burned?'

Jeremy wondered, as his eyes scanned Sherry's body. He frowned when he noticed her instep, which looked red and painful.

As he walked further inside the room, he saw the broken fragments of the teapot on the ground, and his eyes lit up in recognition.

It was the tea set that Sherry loved, her favorite blue and white porcelain that he had given her as a gift. She loved it so much and treated it with such care that she would go to great lengths not to use it at home, but today, she used it to make tea for a mere waiter in a bar.

He didn't like it, but the seed of doubt in him grew bigger and bigger. 'Isn't it dirty?'

Jeremy asked with a sneer, and an obnoxious laugh escaped his mouth.

He walked inside with determined steps and didn't stop until he was standing close to Jeffery. Sherry's heart thudded faster with every step he took because she thought that he would hit Jeffery, but he turned at the last minute and settled beside her instead.

The sofa suddenly felt too small for the two of them, and as it sank deeper. She felt her heart sink at the same time.

Jeremy was behaving so strangely at that moment, and as Sherry looked at him, she felt like she didn't know him at all. She couldn't even tell what he was thinking or feeling anymore.

She held her breath when he moved in the next second.

Jeremy laid a heavy hand on her shoulder and manhandled her, so she could face him. And when he raised his hand, she couldn't help but flinch, terrified that he would hit her.

But he only cupped her cheek gently, then his hands traveled to her chin, and his hold tightened until it almost hurt.

Sherry's mind shut down when he suddenly pressed his thin lips against her without hesitation, and he devoured her lips in a fierce kiss.

Jeremy deepened the forceful and unexpected kiss until her lips were reddened, and her chin stung from his tight grip. Still, she endured, as she was too frightened to resist his advances.

It seemed like hours, but it was probably just a few minutes later when he finally let go of her. Her lips were tingling and swollen, and a small red mark, about the size of his thumb, was left on her chin.