Chapter 1796


    Chapter 1796


    Sherry had forgotten that the man had OCD.


    Ten years ago, when she lived with him in a cheap apartment, the man bought three pairs of socks for ten dors and washed


    them before he wore them.


    Annoyed, Sherry asked, “Then, what do you want?”


    “| don’t know. What do you suggest?”


    Sherry bolted up to him, red at him, and said, “If you don’te up with a way, you are sleeping outside tonight!”


    John pursed his lips. “Fine with me.” He then walked past her and headed to the door.


    As he moved past her, Sherry saw the scar on his back. He had recovered from the stab, but it left a scar on his body.


    Her heart clenched all of a sudden. “Hold on!”


    He stopped and turned around to her.


    “Come over here.”


    He returned.


    Sherry then opened the closet where she kept her pajamas. Other than sleeping dresses, she had some oversized pajamas as


    well. Even though they might not be suitable, he should be able to fit in them. Sherry pointed at her pajamas. “See if you can fit


    in any of them.”


    He went up to her back. Just when she thought he wanted to pick pajamas for himself, his arms curled around her waist and


    hugged her from the back. His broad chest made contact with her back.


    His chin was propped on her shoulder as he whispered into her ear, “I can’t wear any of those.”


    His deep and charming voice sent chills down her spine. Sherry’s heart raced. Her body started to feel hot.


    When she recovered a momentter, she said, “C-can you talk properly? Why must you stick your body to my back?”


    “Sure. Why is your voice trembling?” he asked.


    “I''m not!” She wanted to push him away, but he caught her hands and pulled her into his embrace. Sherry’s handsnded on his


    strong and broad chest.


    Thud!


    Sherry felt like her mental defense had crumbled. She did not push him away this time. Instead, she even caressed his chest


    with her fingertips. He had been bedridden for days, yet his muscles remained taut.


    “Sherry, why don’t you choose one for me?” he asked.


    Sherry was rendered speechless.


    The man must be asking for a beating.


    As the sudden urge rushed into her head, she turned around and kissed his lips with one hand around his neck.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    The man froze for a moment before he lifted her up against the closet.


    It started to rain in the middle of the night.


    When the rain stopped after midnight, the room quieted down.


    Sherryy on the bed, exhausted as if her strength were sucked away after all the intense sex.


    The man’s broad chest was by her side. He had one arm around her shoulder as he whispered into her ear, “Do you want me to


    massage your hands and legs?”


    “No.” Sherry sounded hoarse from all the moaning.


    John stroked her head. He smiled and said, “Your voice sounds rough. You must be tired. Let me give you a massage.”


    Annoyed, Sherry cried, “I’m not tired!”


    If he had not been recovering from the stab wound and needed her to do all the moving, she would not have been this tired!


    John narrowed his eyes. “Then, should we go again?”


    Sherry instinctively threw a kick at him.