Man, what's wrong with you? novel Chapter 25

After getting dressed into her pajamas Sherry dried her hair before going to bed. When she returned to her room she was unsettled by the sight before her. Jeremy lay comfortably in her small bed quite happily.

Sherry peered over at her Hello Kitty doll that was tossed aside on the bed. Noticing her observation, Jeremy picked it up and placed it on the floor, in an attempt to make room for Sherry.

"Why don't you just go home? It's getting awfully late." Sherry strolled to her doll lying on the ground and almost caringly picked it up and placed it on a nearby chair.

"No it's okay, I'm fine to stay here," said Jeremy confidently.

He was lying down with his long limbs almost dwarfing Sherry's small bed. It made her feel like her bed was comical to say the least.

"Who said that you can sleep here? This is my home and my bed!" demanded Sherry angrily.

"I thought your home was my home. Aren't we a couple?" Looking at Sherry, he gave a playful smile.

"Don't you have a wife? Jessie? I'm pretty sure that she is your wife," said Sherry in a sharp voice.

Sherry would always have the memory of Jessie calling him "honey" and clinging onto him like an octopus

The mere sound of Jessie's name seemed to upset Jeremy. However this didn't bother Sherry, if anything it amused her even more.

However her amusement was short lived as Jeremy's cold shout of "Sherry" stopped her dead in her tracks.

His shout seemed to not be for any other purposes other than silencing her. After a moment of stunned silence Sherry built up the courage to ask him what was wrong.

"Remember, only I have the right to ask for a divorce! You don't have that right," he said, his voice cold and dominating.

"No way!" she very nearly blurted out.

Sherry bit her lower lip to hold her tongue back from saying anything. She was fed up with fighting with a man that was just too hard headed and narcissistic to talk to.

"It's fine. You can sleep here, I'll sleep on the sofa." Sherry ignored the prospects of sleeping in the bed and decided to leave the room. Suddenly there was a strong grasp on her and in an instant was flung towards the bed. She was lying on her bed before even realizing what was happening.

Jeremy had pinned her to the bed with a furious look in his eyes.

"No, stop it, Jeremy..." She squirmed and refused Jeremy's advances but to no avail.

At that moment the doorbell rang.

No matter how hard she tried to fend Jeremy off and escape his clutches, his hold was too powerful for her.

"Someone is here, Jeremy. Go open the door," gasped Sherry.

It would have been inappropriate for Sherry to get the door in her state, so Jeremy begrudgingly answered the door.

Sherry hurriedly got changed into more presentable clothes suitable for welcoming guests. It didn't matter who was at the door; she would be quite embarrassed wearing pajamas

Standing at the door was Barry and several workers with mysterious, large suitcases behind them.

Barry unexpectedly saw that it was Jeremy who opened the door for him. "Sir, I've bought the bed," he quickly said.

Barry was also carrying a suitcase filled with Jeremy's clothes.

He knew that Jeremy very clearly wanted to live here. Hence, he had packed many suits and other clothes for his boss.

Sherry entered the living room and much to her surprise she found that there was an array of items. "What's this?" she asked amazed.

"Mrs. Ou," said Barry politely.

Sherry cast a confused look at Barry. Jeremy took his pajamas and strolled into the bathroom.

She excitedly walked over to Barry and in an almost indecipherable manner asked, "What are you doing with all this? I didn't buy a new bed!"

"The boss asked me to buy a king size bed and bring his clothes here," said Barry.

Sherry was lost for words. She realized that Jeremy was being serious when he said he wanted to stay there.

Did he not love Sherry? Why would he do such a ridiculous thing?

Seeing that Sherry was stunned, he felt like he had to say something and indeed said, "Mrs. Ou, Mr. Ou was supposed to be at a dinner tonight but instead declined and came here."

He didn't reveal to her that Jessie was in the company earlier today. As a smart man, he knew that sometimes it was better to say nothing.

"Why did you tell me?" asked Sherry, puzzled.

There seemed to be a lull between them so Barry decided to break the silence.

With a worried look, Barry said, "I think he didn't care about the dinner and only wanted to come to see you. He did this even though the dinner was with a very important partner that he thinks highly of."

Sherry understood what Barry was insinuating but didn't know what to say. She softly only mustered, "Oh."

"The boss cares about you a lot. Spectators can see more than players. I assure you that his feelings for you are more than you think Mrs. Ou," Barry continued.

Through a wry smile on Sherry's face she explained, "You don't understand. Spectators do indeed see most of the game. However if I didn't ask for a divorce first, he wouldn't have done these things. I don't feel comfortable talking about this anymore."

Everything he did bitterly disheartened her. She didn't expect much from Jeremy anymore.

It felt like a beautiful bubble that was just too fragile and easily broken.

"Mrs. Ou..." Barry still felt that his boss' actions were still misunderstood and wanted to further explain. Sherry comforted him by saying, "Don't worry Barry, I understand his feelings deep in my heart."

Understand? Barry didn't really understand what was happening between them.