Chapter 67 Get Close To Sherry


    Sherry dropped by thepany to deliver the documents, then rushed back home, where she made a


    pot of fish soup. She ate only a small portion of what she cooked; she put the rest in two thermos


    bottles. Sherry then headed straight to the hospital.


    She held on tightly to the thermos bottles as she made her way to Jeffrey''s room.


    The boy was alone as usual. No one came to visit him. He had no family, and his ssmates didn''t


    bother to check on him. Now that Jeffrey had fallen ill, Sherry took it on herself to ce him under her


    care. She couldn''t bear to leave the poor boy on his own devices.


    Sherry saw him as a younger brother.


    Jeffrey sat on his bed as he read a book. He waspletely immersed in his book that he didn''t notice


    the door open. He was only alerted by Sherry''s arrival when he heard her footsteps. It was when he


    finally took his eyes off the book he was reading to look at her.


    "Oh!" he eximed. "Hello, Sherry!" Jeffrey''s spirits were lifted instantly.


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    "Hi, Jeffrey!" Sherry greeted him back. How are you feeling today?" Her voice was filled with concern.


    "Are you feeling any better?" she added. Sherry ced the soup on his bedside table carefully.


    "I''m feeling so much better," he answered. "After all, it was just a minor surgery." His eyes were fixed


    on the older woman''s face. He put the book down without taking his eyes off Sherry.


    "Minor or not, you still went under surgery," she replied. "You are still young. You still have a lot to go


    through, so you should take care of yourself a little better," Sherry scolded. She almost sounded like a


    mom nagging her son. She handed him the thermos bottle, and once he removed the lid, the aroma of


    the fragrant soup filled the room at once.


    "I know that," Jeffrey answered softly. "Thank you for the soup." He drank the soup with much gusto.


    Sherry watched intently as the boy gulped down the soup. "I have to get going now. I still have


    something to do. Don''t stay up toote, and take care of yourself," she instructed. "I''ll see you again


    tomorrow, okay?" Sherry said as she stood up.


    ''But you just got here,'' Jeffrey wanted to say in protest, but he decided against it.


    He got off his bed in a sh. "Are you really leaving?" Jeffrey asked.


    Sherry nodded in response. "I have somepany matters I still have to deal with, so I have to go,"


    she exined.


    Jeffrey tried to hide his disappointment, but his face failed him. "Okay then," he said in dismay. "I won''t


    bother you anymore."


    "Bye, Jeffrey," Sherry replied. She stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.


    She straightened herself up and rushed to where Jeremy was staying.


    He was waiting for her intently in his room. Sherry finally arrived. She was slightly disheveled and a


    little out of breath. It was obvious she tried to get there as quickly as possible, but Jeremy was


    relentless. He was clearly not impressed. "You''rete," heined.


    She had dinner with Steve and went home after. She also stopped by Jeffrey''s. Of course, she''d be


    late.


    "I made fish soup." She did not bother exining herself to Jeremy. "Would you like some?" she


    offered.


    "Of course I''d have some of that soup." Who knew a thermos bottle filled with fish soup could


    remarkably improve Jeremy''s mood. Sherry fixed him a bowl and fed him.


    She was used to doing this kind of stuff for Jeremy now.


    "Hey," he said in between spoonfuls of soup. "I haven''t shaved in a long time. Do you mind helping me


    shave it?" He was quite full and satisfied now, so he had enough energy to ask all sorts of weird favors


    from Sherry.


    She was floored by Jeremy''s audacity. "You want me to help you shave?" Sherry asked. "Me?" She


    pointed to herself, emphasizing how absurd he sounded.


    "Yes, you," he replied. "You''re my wife. You''re supposed to do stuff like this."


    She took a closer look at his face and noticed how much stubbly his chin had grown. She didn''t mind it


    though; it made him look manlier.


    "It''s okay if you don''t help me," he said. "I just worry about you, you know. It might hurt when I kiss you.


    That''s all," Jeremy teased some more. He snickered as Sherry grew more flustered.


    "Well," she started to exin, "I''ve never helped you shave before because I''m scared I might hurt


    you." Her voice shook as her eyes wandered around the room, avoiding eye contact with Jeremy at all


    costs.


    Jeremy got off his bed and walked up to her. "It''s okay, Sherry." He paused to make sure she was


    listening. "I trust you."


    ''What a stubborn man!'' she thought. She let out a sigh and gave in to Jeremy.


    Sherry assisted him inside the bathroom. She thered his chin with foam first. Her hand slightly


    trembled as she picked up the razor. She took a deep breath and looked at him nervously.


    "Rx," he whispered to her ear. "Just be gentle, okay?" Jeremy reminded.


    He then ced his hand on Sherry''s waist to help steady her.


    Sherry took several deep breaths before she went ahead to shave his beard with caution.


    The razor hummed quietly as she continued. She was finally getting the hang of it. Shaving wasn''t as


    complicated as she thought.


    Things were going smoothly until Sherry noticed Jeremy getting closer to her. "Don''t move!" she


    scowled.


    Jeremy obliged and stayed put. Their bodies were already touching each other. He breathed on her


    forehead and his chest brushed against her.


    Sherry didn''t seem to notice the position they were in. She was so focused on shaving Jeremy''s beard


    and not hurting him in the process. It was nothing like she had ever done before.


    By the time Sherry finished, his chin was as soft as a baby''s butt. "Wash my hair next," Jeremy


    demanded.


    "Ah, really," Sherry said in exasperation. "You''re very troublesome. You know that, right?" She turned


    the tap on despite her obvious annoyance. The gentleness she had while shaving his beard was all


    gone.


    Water ran down his face, but it did not stop him from teasing her. "If you don''t wash my hair, I''ll feel


    ufortable." Jeremy smiled mischievously. "You don''t want that, do you?"


    "I can''t believe you''re making me do this," Sherryined. "I didn''t think you''re so helpless that you


    couldn''t even do something this simple." Sarcasm filled her every word. Sherry squeezed shampoo out


    its bottle and applied it generously on his hair.


    "I just like it when you do things like this for me," he said slyly. When Jeremy slightly stretched his body


    to find a morefortable position, Sherry''s voice resounded behind him. "Don''t move!" He was


    shocked by how loud she sounded. "If you keep on moving, the shampoo will get into your eyes."


    And just like that, Jeremy didn''t move one bit until she was through.


    She wiped his hair thoroughly with a towel for a while. His hair hadn''t dried up fully yet, but she put


    away the towel nheless.


    "Why did you stop?" Jeremyined. "Help me dry my hair!" he ordered as he sat on his bed.


    "You have such short hair," she answered. "It''ll dry soon enough," she added indifferently.


    Jeremy clearly was not satisfied. It was careless of her to leave her task half done.


    Sherry didn''t mind though. She took a pile of documents out of her bag and ced them on the table


    by the window. Without missing a beat, she sat down and started to wade through the stack of papers


    in front of her.


    "Sherry?" he quietly called out to her.


    "Yeah?" Sherry answered without looking up.


    She waspletely immersed in her work. Jeremy was drawn in by her immense concentration.


    She didn''t say anything, nor did anything. She was just sitting there quietly, minding her own business,


    yet Jeremy was unable to take his eyes off her.


    She had never looked as charming and as attractive as she was right now.


    By the time Sherry finished her work, it was alreadyte and Jeremy had fallen asleep. She sorted her


    everything out before turning off the light and sleeping on the empty bed beside his.


    Morning came and Sherry went to work. She was having a chat with her colleagues about one of their


    cases when her phone vibrated. Steve sent her a message.


    ''Are you free tonight?'' his message read. ''Let''s have dinner.''


    Everyone''s eyes were fixed on her. ''I don''t have time,'' Sherry replied quickly.


    They resumed their discussion once Sherry put down her phone.


    Linda decided to invite Sherry to dinner. It was a busy day, so a dinner with her did not sound so bad.


    She approached Sherry and asked, "Do you want to have dinner after work?"


    "Sure," Sherry answered. "But you just got hired, right? Have you been paid?" The two went inside the


    elevator side by side.


    "I guess you don''t know who I really am," Linda quipped. "I have more money than you think."


    Sherry was speechless. She remained quiet until they reached the ground floor. As soon as they got


    out of the building, they saw Steve got out of the car.


    "Mr. Song!" Linda called out to him. "Here!" She waved her hand to show Steve where they were.


    There are no words to describe how Sherry''s face looked like. Her frown grew bigger as Steve got


    closer to her.


    Didn''t she turn him down? She told her she didn''t have the time to have dinner with him, so why? What


    was he doing here? Why was he still there?


    "Sherry, would it be okay if Mr. Song joined us for dinner?" asked Linda. She held one of Sherry''s


    hands, anticipating her answer.


    "I don''t care," Sherry answered nonchntly. Her face now painted with indifference.


    Linda was overjoyed by Sherry''s answer that she let out a littleugh. Steve approached Sherry to


    greet her, "Hi, Sherry. Is your work done?" He then opened the car door for thedies. "After you," he


    said as he gestured inside the car.


    Linda grew more excited by the second. She was getting giddy when she got in Steve''s car with Sherry.


    "Mr. Song, where are we going to eat?" Linda asked. It was the first time any of them spoke since they


    all got in the car.


    "I have a friend who just opened a restaurant." Steve beamed as he drove attentively. "Let''s go there."


    "Oh, are we talking about a girl or a guy friend here?" Linda teased.


    Sherry''s face dimmed upon hearing Linda''s question. Why would she ask such a thing?


    "A guy friend," Steve rified. The two talked coolly and casually with each other.


    It was only Sherry who didn''t speak the entiremute. An ominous thought filled her mind.


    If she recalled correctly, it was only the second time the two met. Howe Linda and Steve were very


    close now? They talked to each other so casually like old friends.


    What game was he ying now?


    Sherry remained silent through dinner. Linda, on the other hand, kept talking and talking. She was a


    chatty woman after all. She brought cheeriness wherever she went.


    Steve was also a talkative man. The two talked the entirety of their meal that Sherry had no chance to


    butt in the conversation.


    The conversation between Linda and Steve only stopped when the former went to the restroom. Sherry


    put down her utensils and stopped eating to look straight into Steve''s eyes.


    Steve was looking back at her, smiling.


    In fact, his eyes never left Sherry the whole time they were eating.


    "Mr. Song," she started calmly. "I don''t know what game you''re trying to y, but Linda is my best


    friend. I can''t let you hurt her."


    Sherry was never the one to beat around the bush and she never minced her words.


    Steve poured her a ss of water. "You think I''m ying with your friend, huh?" he asked, his eyebrow


    raised in curiosity.


    "Yes," Sherry answered. Her voice was calm andposed.


    "Do you really think of me like that?" Steve asked once again. "I thought you know me better by now


    since we''ve spent an awful lot of time together in the past." Hurt could be heard from Steve''s voice. He


    took a sip of water and waited for Sherry''s response.


    Sherry''s cheeks turned red. "I don''t care what you do as long as you don''t hurt my friend," she uttered


    reluctantly.


    "Do you think I''m interested in your friend?" Steve asked her. "We''ve only met twice," he said. "If it


    helps put your mind at ease, I do not like her that way."


    ''As if I''d believe you,'' Sherry thought begrudgingly. ''It''s not like you didn''t enjoy ying with women''s


    hearts.''


    Sherry stared at him coldly. "Since you''re not interested in her, I hope you leave her alone," she


    uttered. "You don''t have any excuse to hurt her now, but if you do, god help me, I will never let you off,"


    Sherry warned.


    "It looks like the two of you have a strong friendship," Steve noted. "Don''t worry. I don''t have a crush on


    her. I just want to get close to her so I can get close to you," he reassured her. "Ah, who made you like


    that? Who made you so distrusting?" Steve teased.


    "Get close to me?" Sherry red at him.


    "You always turn me down, so I have to get creative. I had no choice but to use Linda so I can have


    dinner with you," he exined.


    "Don''t you think you''re going too far?" Sherry snorted. She looked at him in disbelief.


    "We''re going to have to work together in the future, so there''s no harm in getting to know one person


    from your circle," Steve said a-matter-of-factly. "Did you see how happy I made your friend? It''s not like


    she has anyints against me, right?" Steve leaned back his chair and shrugged. He seemed too


    pleased with himself and Sherry was not enjoying a bit of it.


    ''What a wretched man you are, Steve,'' Sherry pondered bitterly.


    He filled her with so much anger that she decided to not talk to him anymore. An awkward air of silence


    filled their table.


    Meanwhile, Linda was touching up her makeup in the restroom.


    She was preparing to get off work when she got a call from Steve.


    Not once in her wildest dreams did she think a man as fine as Steve would ever invite her out to dinner.


    He might not remember the first time they met, but she would never forget it.


    What a great coincidence! Having him as their client was the kindest thing the universe had ever done


    to her.


    She finally finished with her makeup then checked herself out in the mirror. ''Not bad at all,'' she


    complimented herself.


    Linda was from a rich family. Ever since she was still a student, a lot of men pursued her. Her situation


    didn''t change even after graduation. Sherry had always told her how alluring and how big of a catch


    she was.


    Someone as smart as Steve would never miss her worth, and so, he must have fallen for her. That


    would be the only logical exnation he invited her out to dinner.


    Linda shed herself a smile onest time before walking out of the restroom.