Man, what's wrong with you? novel Chapter 64

That night, Sherry didn't sleep well. Even after Jeremy had fallen asleep, she lay awake in her bed, tossing and turning.

She gently covered him with the quilt and stared at his face for a while. The corners of her mouth twitched as she relished the peacefulness.

The next morning, she woke up early. Jeremy was still sleeping and didn't seem to be waking up any time soon.

Last night, the weather wasn't so good. Thankfully, it was sunny today. Sherry drew the curtains open to let the sunshine in.

Sherry turned to gaze at Jeremy who was still sound asleep.

Then she tiptoed out of the ward.

A few moments later, Jessie arrived at the ward.

When she went inside the ward, she was surprised to find that Sherry wasn't there. Jeremy was on the bed, still sleeping. As her eyes scanned the room, she coldly muttered to herself, "As long as I'm here, Sherry could never replace me."

Jessie took off her shoes, climbed on the bed, and gazed at Jeremy in silence.

Gently touching his handsome face, Jessie mumbled, "Jeremy, I won't let anyone take you away from me."

Jessie quivered in anger as she thought of what happened yesterday. Sherry was lucky that she wasn't hurt despite everything.

Sherry was safe while Jeremy got hurt. On the contrary, Jessie somewhat regretted hiring those men to hurt Sherry. She just wanted to teach her a lesson but she didn't expect that Jeremy would get hurt in the process.

Jessie looked at Jeremy in guilt, caressing his face.

"What's so great about Sherry anyway? Why are you all so obsessed with her? You sacrificed yourself just to save Sherry. Seriously? Why?"

Jessie really couldn't understand why not only Jeremy but also Steve and Chester were so obsessed with Sherry.

"Jeremy, I really like you. Please don't leave me." With that, Jessie leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

Even though Jeremy was sleeping, he frowned.

When Sherry came back to the ward, she found that the door of the ward was open. Confused, she stepped in only to find Jessie kissing Jeremy.

Jessie was lying on the bed in the spot where Sherry had just slept.

At that exact moment, Jessie had lowered her head and seemed to be kissing Jeremy.

Sherry's chest tightened at the sight of this. She was too shocked that she almost dropped the thermos she was holding.

Mixed feelings arose in her heart.

She turned around and walked out of the ward, holding the thermos tightly in her hands. Inside the thermos was the soup she had cooked for Jeremy.

But it seemed that it was no longer useful now. Perhaps Jeremy would rather have Jessie beside him than her.

Meanwhile, as Jessie grabbed the quilt, she felt her face brush against Jeremy's hand while her other hand was gripped by his other hand.

In surprise, she widened her eyes and met Jeremy's angry gaze.

Suddenly, Jeremy had pushed her away from him.

"Who let you in?" He looked around the ward and found that Sherry wasn't there.

And what about Sherry? Where was Sherry now?

Biting her lips, Jessie continued, "I heard that you were injured. I was very worried about you so I came to see you."

Jeremy sat up on the bed and cast a cold glance at her.

Jessie stared at him innocently. Slightly scared, she said, "Jeremy, I'm really worried about you. Let me take care of you."

"No, get out," he said coldly as he looked away.

"But I miss you so much! You didn't tell me you were injured. I worried about you..." As she spoke, she suddenly leaned closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Get out! Don't make me say it again!" Jeremy said in a husky voice.

"No!" She reached out and pulled him into her arms.

Exuding a cold air, Jeremy grabbed her arm and violently threw her off the bed.

"Ah!" Jessie was caught off guard. She fell on the ground, losing control of her balance.

Seeing this, not a single trace of pity showed in Jeremy's eyes. "Don't you ever come see me without my permission again."

Holding on to her hip that hit the floor, her eyes teared up from the pain. Aggrieved, she looked at Jeremy and said, "I'm so much better than Sherry. I'll take good care of you."

"I don't want to talk about it anymore. Get out!" There was no trace of guilt and uneasiness in Jeremy's tone. The cold look on his face sent a chill down Jessie's spine.

What was it about Sherry that he liked so much?

Where was the Jeremy that loved Jessie so dearly? Was he gone?

Digging her finger nails into her palm and shedding a few tears, she spoke, "Jeremy, what did I do wrong? Please tell me. I'll never do that again. Please don't drive me away."

He shook his head. When he spoke, he sounded tired. "I just don't want to see you for now. Get out!"

Jeremy was visibly irked.

When Jessie started crying, he couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"I..."

"Fuck off!" Startled, Jessie was already trembling all over.

Jessie was being unreasonable and this infuriated him to no end.

If she went on, she didn't even want to imagine what he would do.

She decided to put up with it for a while. She still had a long way to go.

With a sigh, Jessie got up and reluctantly headed to the door, repeatedly looking back at Jeremy, hoping he would change his mind.

However, he had a somber look on his face which could only mean one thing—he didn't want her there.