Man, what's wrong with you? novel Chapter 50

"Ouch!" Jeremy frowned when he heard this, tightening his grip on her waist.

She was a fragile woman so why did she insist on putting up a front? She needed to share the burden with someone else. There was no need to carry it all alone.

Jeremy fixed his gaze on Sherry, his heart softening.

"Honey, don't be afraid. I'm here," he whispered, his voice helpless and hesitant.

What could he possibly do to make up for all that he had done to her?

Soon, the night fell upon them.

Whenever she breathed, her back twinged. It pained Jeremy to hear this so much so that he couldn't fall asleep.

Throughout the night, Jeremy continued to comfort Sherry whenever she softly groaned in pain.

When the warm sunshine broke in that morning, the cool wind came into the room.

Sherry started to stir when she felt a warm breath hovering over the tip of her nose. As she inhaled, she smelled a familiar scent. Only then did she open her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Jeremy's face just about an inch away from hers. His eyebrows were knitted together as if he hadn't slept well.

The bed was small enough for the two of them to snuggle up together. When Sherry lowered her eyes, she noticed that his hand was on her waist while his legs were curled up towards her.

She reached out her hands and felt up the empty space behind all the while noticing how little space Jeremy had left on his side.

Moreover, he wasn't wearing a shirt. If she scooted just a little bit nearer him, she could already feel his bare chest.

As Sherry watched him, she couldn't help but scowl.

The sourness of their history was still etched in her mind.

"Jeremy..." she croaked as she pushed him.

Eyes widened, she watched as Jeremy began to stir. She thought he would roll off the bed.

But he didn't. He just moved a little and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked deeply into her eyes, still a little dazed. When he finally realized what the look on her face meant, he furrowed his brows together.

"What are you looking at? Get out now!" Sherry sounded a little sluggish. Despite looking a little better, it was obvious that she was still lethargic.

He figured he had probably put his weight on her when he was sleeping. Frowning, he asked, "Did I hurt you? Let me see."

He tried to lift her clothes to look at her back when Sherry slapped his hand away. "Get out!" she demanded.

'Don't let that bitter feeling back in your heart. Don't let the strong heart you worked so hard to build just collapse,' Sherry told herself.