Man, what's wrong with you? novel Chapter 62

The sheets on the bed were folded up neatly while the fruits on the table were left untouched and her shoes were nowhere to be seen.

Jeremy frowned as he opened the bathroom door only to find it empty.

At this time, a nurse passed by. Jeremy stopped her and asked, "Where's the patient in this ward?"

Even though the nurse wasn't assigned to Sherry's ward, she said blankly, "Oh, she was discharged about two hours ago."

"Discharged?" Jeremy repeated.

Even though at the back of his mind, he already knew this, he still had to ask just to be sure.

"Yes. She was discharged when her fever went down. She'll be fine as long as she takes her medicine on time," the nurse said.

He nodded, turned around, entered the empty ward alone.

Sherry's scent still lingered in the air. Sitting on the bed, he recalled what he had said to her that morning.

She must have been so sad and aggrieved.

How could he have said that to her? How could Sherry seduce any other man? How could he compare her with those other women?

Meanwhile, Sherry was still feeling a little dizzy as she left the hospital.

She didn't have much money on her—only her cellphone and some medicines. Before she left, she made sure to deliberate charge it to Jeremy's account.

After all, to him, she was a vain woman who only cared about money.

As she walked on the streets, she passed by a clothing boutique where she could see her reflection. With her messy hair, she looked absolutely fatigued.

She looked like a wandering ghost especially with how pale her face was.

The nurse reminded her repeatedly to take her medicine on time and to not catch a cold or else, her fever might come back.

She was only wearing a flimsy shirt and a thin pair of trousers. The clouds hovering above her were dark as if it was about to rain.

There was no bus nearby so Sherry clutched her chest as she hurried over to a bus stop.

The bus stop was quite far away so she decided to go through an alley which served as a shortcut.

Not giving it much thought, she entered the alley.

The alley wasn't completely deserted. Cars passed by occasionally but there were very few people milling around. The houses were dilapidated and there didn't seem to be much life in them.

All the trash on the ground was tumbling along with the wind. Sherry's hair was disheveled now too.

At this time, a car suddenly came as if from out of nowhere. Needless to say, it startled her.

Several men in black came out from the car. Anyone who saw them would be undeniably scared.

Sherry couldn't shake off the bad feeling that was rising in her chest. She turned around and walked briskly towards the other way.

"Sherry!" someone shouted from behind her.

Sherry ignored the man and just continued walking, quickening her pace.