Man, what's wrong with you? novel Chapter 22

Sherry hailed a cab to the apartment she used to live in. Once she stepped out of the car, she took a look around.

If she remembered correctly, Jeffery told her that he lived in this apartment. Although she didn't really know him that well, her memory of the boy's clear eyes was still vivid.

That silly boy. She had advised him not to work in the bar, but he just didn't listen. Last time, he was throwing up like that.

Sherry took the elevator to her room. From the moment she tied the knot with Jeremy, rarely did she get the chance to come to this apartment and have it cleaned. Right now, it seemed as if it was all covered with dust.

Without delay, she started cleaning the room; she mopped the floor, and wiped the windows. Time flew without her noticing, and it was already two in the afternoon. Wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead, she felt a little tired but very contented and happy.

Although the entire house seemed squeaky clean, and even the air was fresh and comfortable, she still felt that something was missing. After thinking about it for a while, she remembered that she had given a vase to Jeremy, but it was nowhere to be found.

There was nothing inside the fridge. Now that she had made up her mind to stay here once the divorce was finalized, she thought she should have the room decorated. Moreover, she would have to cook for herself in the future.

Grabbing the key and her wallet, she went to the nearest supermarket to buy a new vase and some flowers, as well as some fruits and vegetables. But when she walked out of the supermarket carrying these heavy items in her hand, she immediately felt so out of breath after taking just a few steps.

"Sherry?" A strange yet familiar voice called out to her.

Standing behind her, Jeffery reluctantly called out her name.

When Sherry turned around to check, she saw a tall and thin man, whose eyes were looking at her in surprise.

He casually walked over and smiled, "It really is you!"

They had bumped into each other here a few times before, and Sherry was also aware that he lived in the same apartment as her. Last time, after getting hurt by Jeremy and Jessie, she came back to the apartment and ran into Jeffery by chance.

Every time she saw this pure big boy, her heart just couldn't help but soften, just like how she used to feel about Jeremy in the past.

"Hey, are you done with your classes?" she asked. There were beads of sweat on Sherry's forehead. Noticing the stuff she was carrying, Jeffery quickly took it from her. Then, he told her, "Yes, I only have a few classes in the afternoon. Looks like you bought a lot of stuff. Here, let me give you a hand."

Sherry didn't want to turn down his kind gesture, so she reminded him, "Then please be careful. It's a bit heavy."

"Don't worry. I may not look like it, but I'm quite strong!" he proudly stated, as he patted himself on the chest.

Judging from her reaction, Sherry seemed to be quite pleased. She gave most of the items she was carrying to Jeffery and decided to carry only a small plastic bag. Then, she said, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Sherry, what brings you here today?" asked Jeffery.

The smile on Sherry's face faded a little. Seeing this, Jeffery said, "Did your husband embarrass you last time?"

It seemed that Jeffery never failed to notice the embarrassed look on her face. Sherry still continued smiling, although it was rather stiff. "No, he didn't really embarrass me. He has always been like that, so I'm already used to it."

Seeing the expression Sherry was wearing, Jeffery suddenly felt so irritated. Truth be told, he wanted to punch her hateful husband so hard.