Man, what's wrong with you? novel Chapter 63

She seemed to mention divorce so nonchalantly like it meant nothing.

The corners of his mouth twitched. Suppressing his displeasure, Jeremy said, "Let's talk about it later."

"Okay, let's talk about it when you feel better," said Sherry, "I'll go home soon so get a change of clothes, and some..."

"I'll tell Barry to get it. Just stay here," Jeremy interrupted her.

Sherry held her tongue and finally said, "Well, then I'll call Barry."

She knew he was injured and she shouldn't mention divorce but she almost had no choice.

Anyway she couldn't change the past now. Sherry didn't want to give him false hope.

Food was being served in the hospital while Sherry finished making the call. She came back in to see Jeremy leaning against the head of the bed, glaring back at her.

"Ahem, let's eat!" Sherry said gesturing at the food in front of him.

"Look at me. Can do it myself?" He glanced at his hand in the cast with a sudden fall in his mood.

Sherry had no choice but to feed this helpless man in front of her.

This was the first time she'd seen Jeremy so excited to eat. He was getting so keen that he was biting the plastic spoon and by the end the spoon had snapped.

"I'm a patient now. It's your turn to be patient with me," he childishly said to her.

Sherry was so annoyed but kept her anger to herself. When she was sick, she tried her best not to bother him.

"You should eat too," he suddenly said.

"I'm not hungry. I'll have some fruit or something later," answered Sherry, lifting another spoonful of rice to his mouth.

"No, you can't only eat fruit. Let's just eat together." Jeremy frowned, trying to coax her to eat with him.

Sherry just stared at him blankly, completely lost in thought.

When did he start to care about her?

"If you're not going to eat, neither am I. Just throw it away!" He thought she wasn't eating because she just wanted to show her anger.

Sherry lowered her head, stirred the spoon in the bowl and took a bite herself. After that, Jeremy smiled with satisfaction. "Good girl. You aren't at all fat by the way. You don't need to lose weight. You should actually be a little fatter."

However, Sherry turned a deaf ear to his words. She only took one bite and continued to feed him.

She felt so pressured by Jeremy it felt as if she was eating alone. He kept asking her to eat.

"I haven't finished eating yet. Why did you take it away?" Jeremy still wasn't full. He watched Sherry put his food away without any explanation.

"You shouldn't eat a lot tonight. You're sick, and you should eat less." She put the half eaten meal away.

He already ate a lot of vegetables do he shouldn't have eaten any more. Sherry might have deliberately just fed him vegetables to spite him though.

She was already full so she was too lazy to feed him! He was absolutely speechless.

"Okay, then I want to eat some fruit!" he said.

Sherry took an apple out of the bag, ready to cut it into pieces, but she heard him blurt out, "I don't eat apples, only oranges."

Sherry didn't know that about him. "The fruit knife is too sharp. I don't want you to hurt yourself," he added.

She didn't know why she felt sour in her nose.

She didn't know when he developed this newfound care for her.

But as she thought of what he did in the past, Sherry's heart immediately hardened like a rock, and her slightly sour nose immediately returned to normal.

She'd finished up with the meal but a much more difficult task lay ahead of her.

Showering!

He looked up at her and questioned, "You can't let me wash myself, can you?"

Sherry's face looked ever so slightly flushed. She said in a low voice, "It's not the end of the world if you don't shower today."

He smiled in disbelief. "I was sweating profusely when I fought with those hooligans today, but you don't want me to take a shower!"

Sherry smiled, embarrassed. Jeremy curled his lips and said, "No, I can't keep smelling so awful. Please help me take a shower."

After saying that, he struggled to get up. Looking at Jeremy, she cared too much to turn around and leave.

"Alright. I'll help you!" He struggled but couldn't get up. Sherry rushed to the bed and helped him up.

"I've told you that touching water is just going to make your wounds hurt. Why do you insist on taking a shower? You're not going to die if you don't shower this second. You're so annoying!" While speaking, Sherry helped him to his feet.

"Your legs aren't hurt. I think you can walk to the bathroom by yourself!" Sherry barked with her face turning red.

As a matter of fact, Jeremy was not seriously injured. He was essentially fully fit and didn't need such careful attention from Sherry.

He however pretended to be very weak and said, "My legs were kicked several times but its fine. It's not that serious."

After saying that, he stumbled forward for a couple steps.

Helplessly, Sherry forced him to lean on her back to walk towards the bathroom.

"Hey, don't fall on me!" As soon as she entered, Jeremy pressed her against the wall.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I lost my balance." Jeremy smiled, without any sign of remorse on his face. "You can take off my clothes now."

Helplessly, Sherry was pinned on the wall by him. She reached out to help him unbutton his shirt.

She then unenthusiastically took of his pants.

The nonchalant look on her face surprised Jeremy a little.