Man, what's wrong with you? novel Chapter 47

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Chester was still busy discussing work with Steve when he heard the deafening noise. He looked back and found that the woman who had fallen over looked quite familiar.

"It's Sherry," someone said.

It didn't take long Chester to recognize her but by the time he did, Steve was already running to where Sherry was.

As the waitress was reaching over help Sherry, a figure came.

Jeremy was just talking to Sherry a minute ago at the corridor to the bathroom. How could this have happened?

Jeremy's face darkened when he saw Sherry lying on the floor. He quickly went over to Sherry.

"Damn it!" he said in a low voice as he leaned over to Sherry.

Sherry groaned as the harsh light hit her eyes and the panicked screams of the people around her throbbed in her ears. She tried to stand up on her own but when she lay her hand on the floor for support, she felt a pang of pain.

She hadn't known that the ground was scattered with shards of glass. Thus, her hand started bleeding.

Jeremy walked up to her and hurriedly said, "Don't be afraid, Sherry. I'm here."

Sherry hated it whenever she heard Jeremy's voice. Despite the pain, she forced herself to stand up but to no avail.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of warm hands on her shoulders picking her up off the floor.

The next thing she heard was Jeremy's low voice calling her, "Sherry? Answer me!"

"Stop shouting. I'm not dying!" Sherry snapped.

"What happened?" Steve asked in surprise.

Jeremy had already taken her in his arms and he hurriedly attempted to leave.

Chester seemed slightly angry. He had taken off his coat upon arrival but he saw a waiter nearby handing Jeremy's coat back to him.

Jeremy then put Sherry aside in his seat. When he withdrew his hands, he noticed that his arms had been stained with blood.

At the sight of this, he felt heartbroken.

The waitress was frightened by Steve's questioning. She kept apologizing to Sherry, "I'm sorry, Miss Xu."

She took out a piece of tissue and attempted to approach Sherry when Jeremy suddenly barked, "Get out of here!"

The waitress shrank back and guiltily stepped aside.

Jeremy put his coat on Sherry, held her shoulder, and let her lean on him.

Sherry tightly bit her lip, her face pale and her eyebrows wrinkled. Despite being in pain, she tried her best to keep her composure.

A voice then said, "Bring her to the hospital so she can be treated.

She bled so much that this might leave a scar."

"Mr. Steve, I didn't mean it. I'm really sorry for what happened," the waitress apologized when she saw how angry Steve was.

Steve didn't budge.

He was seething. "You don't work here anymore. Get the hell out of here!" Steve then drew nearer Sherry and asked in a low voice, "How are you? I heard that your back was bleeding so I called my personal doctor. He's on his way here.

You were bleeding so much so you have to get treated. Just stay still so that it doesn't get worse."

Sherry helplessly leaned on Jeremy. She was still wearing his clothes and her face flushed as she inhaled his familiar scent.

"I'm fine. It's just a little painful," Sherry said.

A shard of glass was stabbing her skin from behind. Any time she breathed, she could feel a pang of pain.

'Just a little painful?' She wouldn't have told them the pain if Steve hadn't asked.

Upon hearing this, Jeremy grew even more worried. He then stood up and lifted her again.

"Jeremy!" Steve called him from behind but Jeremy kept walking with Sherry in his arms. Soon, he had left without even looking back.

The waitress' face was pale as a sheet. She turned to Steve and tried to anxiously explain her side, "Mr. Song, please listen to me. Someone bumped into me. I really didn't expect this would happen. I didn't mean to do it!"

As Steve watched Jeremy leave, he decided he would talk to the waitress first. After all, this was urgent.

"I think it's fair that we ask you to leave. If we hold you accountable, you wouldn't even be able to pay the hospital bills!" Steve raised his voice.

It was the waitress' fault anyway.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song. I swear. Someone bumped into me or I wouldn't have broken those glasses." The waitress was in tears as she begged Steve to believe her.

If this accident got around, no one would hire her anymore.

When Chester saw Jeremy leaving with Sherry, he raised his head and stared at the ceiling in silence. Then after a while, he withdrew his gaze and followed them.

Steve looked at the waitress who looked so desperate.

"Then tell me, who bumped into you?" Steve roared.

He couldn't stand the sight of Sherry's blood spilled everywhere.

The waitress looked around as everyone questioned her with their eyes. She stammered, "I... I don't know. I didn't notice..."