Man, what's wrong with you? novel Chapter 38

Sherry was stunned. She didn't expect Jeremy to misunderstand her like this!

Sherry was uncomfortable in the first place. After what Jeremy said, she felt even more uneasy. Jeffery had a strong self-esteem, so while he was insulted by Jeremy, he didn't take it personally. But he could not stand by and let Jeremy slander Sherry, who looked like she was taking his insults to heart.

"Mr. Ou, you don't know what you're talking about. You're judgmental and offensive, and even worse, you're wrong." Jeffery's young face was full of anger. His fists were clenched, and he bit out his words through gritted teeth.

Jeremy stared back at him, his own face becoming colder and colder. "You have no right to touch my woman. You're saying I'm wrong? Just who do you think you are?

You're nobody! You're a poor boy with no money and power who makes a living by working as a waiter at a bar."

This time, Jeremy's words stung Jeffery because some part of him did believe that he was not good enough for Sherry. She was beautiful and wealthy, and Jeremy was handsome and rich—on the surface, they seemed to be the perfect match.

Jeffery flushed and he began to feel depressed.

Sherry couldn't stand to watch them argue. She hated the poisonous words coming out of Jeremy's mouth, and she knew that Jeffery stood no chance against a viper like her husband. She wouldn't let Jeffery face him alone.

She struggled to sit up, determined to give Jeremy a piece of her mind, but she was too weak. After a moment, she fell back down onto the bed.

"Sherry, please, just rest!" said Jeffery in a worried tone, moving towards her to help her back down. He had been about to answer Jeremy when he heard Sherry moving on the bed, and he immediately knew that she'd been trying to get up.

Jeremy watched Jeffery and his face darkened.

"Let her go!" he snapped, striding over. Jeffery was reaching down with both arms to support Sherry, and Jeremy shoved him away from the bed.

Jeremy was tall and well-built, and he effortlessly gripped Jeffery by the arms. He basically lifted the other man and threw him out of the way, like he weighed nothing.

"Jeffery!" Sherry exclaimed, outraged. She watched helplessly as Jeffery stumbled a few steps and hit a table by the wall.

She was so furious that she finally found the strength to sit up and swing her legs onto the floor. However, Jeremy grasped her upper arm and prevented her from getting up. "Stay put!"

Jeremy held her arm so tightly that it hurt.

"Are you crazy? Let go of me!" Sherry mustered up all her willpower and managed to raise a hand to slap Jeremy. But she was very weak, and her slap did not hurt Jeremy at all. He gave her a mocking smile and said, "You're the crazy one! How dare you bring this kind of dirty, pathetic man into our home?"

Sherry was getting used to his horrible insults, but Jeffery couldn't accept how Jeremy spoke to her. He was trembling with rage.

Jeffery was very young. He hadn't even graduated from college yet. He thought bitterly that even in college, where students were still thoughtless and immature, he had never heard anyone say the kind of terrible things that Jeremy had said to him and Sherry tonight.

"You!" Sherry sputtered incoherently. You dare to call Jeffery dirty and pathetic? Jeffery is my friend. How can you say such things about him?"

She bit her lips so hard that blood almost broke through the delicate skin of her lower lip.

Jeremy only thought it was a joke.

"A friend?" Jeremy said incredulously. "You think you can just go out and befriend dirty people like him? I forbid you to be friends with him!" Jeremy took her in his arms and held her tight, although she struggled feebly against him.

He knew that as soon as he let her go, she would go to Jeffery, and he refused to allow that.

This was classic behavior for Jeremy, who had always been selfish and overbearing. He was used to being able to control everything and everyone.

Sherry had asked him for a divorce countless times. She had told him it was over between them, and asked him over and over again not to interfere in her affairs. But with typical stubbornness, he ignored her and continued to meddle in her personal life, acting as though he had the right to dictate her behavior.

She breathed in the familiar scent of Jeremy, too tired to keep trying to escape his grasp. She said, "I have the right to befriend whomever I want. It's none of your business."

Jeffery felt a surge of guilt towards Sherry, because he saw that his presence had caused conflict for her. But he was still angry at Jeremy. He took a deep breath and decided to give them some privacy. "Sherry, get some rest, all right? I have something to take care of, so I'll be going now," he said. He gave Sherry a last worried glance. Ignoring Jeremy, he left the room.

They heard his footsteps as he walked away. Sherry called after him, "Jeffery..."

But the only response was the sound of the front door closing after him.

Painfully, Sherry closed her eyes. When she opened them, she found Jeremy's face very close to her, as he glared at her.

He was so furious that it seemed his eyes were burning through her soul.

"All right, you've driven Jeffery away. Are you satisfied? Now will you let go of me?" Sherry was exhausted and not interested in talking to him any further. Her voice was so weak that he could barely hear her.

"I'm not satisfied! And I won't let you go. Sherry, I don't like how you've changed. Are you making me leave because you want him to come back?" he growled.

He tightened his grip on her waist, and she felt his heavy weight as he pressed closer to her.

"Is this like the pot calling the kettle black?" Sherry inquired. There was a cold smile on her face which he found uglier than sobbing and tears.

"What did you say?" Jeremy shouted. "What do you mean by that?"