Man, what's wrong with you? novel Chapter 57

Steve led Sherry for a walk. After walking for a while, they eventually reached the garden. The air outside was cool and crisp, a stark contrast against what was inside the hospital. Sherry would not let this chance go to waste. She took in several deep breaths, savoring the fresh outdoor air.

"Here," Steve finally said. "I brought you something." He handed her the bag as he took a seat on the bench.

"Oh," Sherry whispered. "You didn't have to. What's in it?" Sherry smiled embarrassedly.

"The thing I gave you last time was a reward." Steve diverted his eyes to the ground. "This is an apology," he said firmly as he waited for Sherry to open it.

She took a peek and saw a dainty little box sitting at the bottom of the bag. She didn't bother finding out what was inside.

By the looks of it, whatever was inside the tiny box was expensive. She did not dare open it and immediately handed the package back to him. "Mr. Song, I really can't accept this," Sherry replied politely.

"How can you refuse such a gift when you haven't even seen what's inside?" Steve responded with a hint of annoyance in his voice. A frown started to form on his face.

"I really can't accept this gift." Sherry straightened herself up and faced Steve. Her eyes met his. "You can't give me an apology gift when you haven't done anything wrong. You have nothing to ask forgiveness for," she added. "So, please take it back." Her voice was stern. Steve didn't respond. Sherry placed the bag on the space between them. She knew he would not budge one bit.

"Sherry," Steve finally said. "I bought you this gift. I've told you before, haven't I? I don't take something back once it's given away." His voice grew colder every word he uttered. "If you really don't want it, throw it away, for all I care but don't you dare give it back to me," Steve spat, his head lowered.

Sherry was at loss for words. Her mind was racing, thinking of what the next course of action she should take. She bit her lip as she figured out what to say next. "If you keep insisting then I'll just donate it," she finally replied. "Mr. Song, this is not a good look on you. You can't keep on doing things like this."

"I don't see the issue here. It's my own money that I used when I bought that present. It's up to me who I want to give gifts to," Steve responded in annoyance. "Throw it out, donate it, I don't care. It's yours now. Whatever you do to this thing is none of my business."

Sherry was yet again left speechless by Steve's words. He finally lifted his gaze off the ground and onto her eyes. No matter how much she tried to look away, his eyes seemed to drag hers back.

That was the thing with Steve: no one can resist his eyes.

Sherry let him have the final say in the argument and silently accepted the present.

Ever since Sherry agreed to accept the first gift, Steve would come to the hospital almost every day. Every time he came, he brought a small present for her, and she refused every time. He would just tell her to donate it or throw it away.

Steve then began bringing gifts that could not be donated which flustered Sherry even more. Despite the awkwardness, she still couldn't bring herself to throw away his gifts. She didn't want any of it to go to waste.

She immediately put away every gift he had ever brought without ever checking what was inside. Only when Steve left she would go through them and call charities that would be willing to receive any of the stuff she had in her cabinet.

Steve's regular visits made Sherry's head spin.

During another visit from him, he was peeling an apple for her as she lay on her hospital bed. She was watching him gently remove the apple core when she suddenly felt woozy.

She would normally meet Steve outside but she was feeling out of sorts that day. She didn't bother keeping him out of her room.

Luckily for her, Jessie stepped out for a while. It took Steve a moment before he noticed the additional bed beside Sherry's. "Who stays on that bed?" he asked, his brow raised.

Sherry explained that Jessie moved into the same room. Steve grimaced at the thought of her sharing the same room as that woman. "What is up with that Jeremy?" he asked almost mockingly. "Can't he afford a room for her lady?

Ah, I really can't believe him. Making her woman Jessie share a room with another person? Seriously?"

If Sherry were feeling okay, she would have laughed at his overdramatic reaction. But she wasn't, so she just smiled and remained quiet.

"Guess what I brought you today," Steve said playfully. He'd finally done peeling and slicing the apple and handed it to her. Sherry took a bite as a courtesy and put the apple aside.

"How many times do I have to tell you this, Mr. Song?" She propped herself up so they're face to face. "I don't need you giving me gifts." He'd heard this more than a hundred times already but it didn't mean he would listen.

He paid her no mind and continued to open the gift he brought. He took out a small bag and inside it was a smaller box. Steve opened the box and revealed a gold flower inside. "Do you like it?"

Sherry looked at it and let out a sigh. "Mr. Song, this is really unnecessary," she said weakly.

"Here you go." Steve put the jewelry on Sherry's hand before she could even protest against it.

"Where are the other stuff I gave you?" His eyes scanned the room for places she could have possibly stored them in. "Did you really donate all of it?" Steve asked sincerely.

He genuinely hoped she kept everything he'd given her. After all, he put a lot of thought into these gifts. Every one of them was carefully selected to suit her.

Sherry slowly hopped off her bed and took out a key from her bedside drawer. "Not yet. I kept everything in here." She carefully walked up to her cabinet.

Steve followed her as he watched her every move intently. He extended his arm to help her steady herself. "Slowly," he caringly told her.

She overestimated herself when she tried to get off the bed. She was extremely weak and her head was spinning. She grabbed Steve's hand to balance herself. She finally straightened herself up, so she took his hand off her. "I'm fine now," she reassured him.

She opened the cabinet and a pile of different sized boxes and bags showed up in front of the two. She then added to the heap the gold flower Steve had just given her.

"Do you really just put them there like that? They'd be stolen if you just leave them here." Steve was surprised by the lack of care Sherry gave to his gifts.

He was disheartened, of course. It seemed like she was actually going to donate everything.

"Hey now," Sherry replied. "I'm in a hospital, in the VIP ward too. Do you really think thieves could easily sneak in here?" She couldn't believe this man's absurdity. She eventually closed the cabinet door with all the gifts clumsily stacked on top of each other.

Steve let out a deep sigh. 'Ah, what a pain!' he thought to himself.

She tried to get back to her bed but her knees were weak. Steve was quick to pick up what was wrong and immediately asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she lied. "I just didn't sleep right last night." Sherry averted her eyes to the floor so she wasn't looking at Steve.

"Let me just carry you back to bed," he offered. Steve was already behind her before she could even decline.

It was such a short walk from where she stood so it was really unnecessary, but long before she knew it, Steve had already swept her off her feet.