Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry didn't return to the villa until the next morning.

She had looked after a drunken man for a whole night, staying up to make sure he was comfortable, and then she had left to get some much needed alone time at the mall. She had gone shopping. It took a while to find a phone that was exactly the same model as her previous one. As soon as she arrived home, she wanted nothing more than to shower and have a good, long sleep.

She had just entered and was changing her shoes when she saw Jeremy walk out of the living room. She paused, for she hadn't expected him to be here.

Shouldn't he be at work?

She quickly recovered and went back to slipping on her home shoes. When she looked at him again, her expression was pleasant, as though it was nothing unusual for him to be home at this time of day. "Good morning." He stopped at the doorway to the living room, watching her with a faint smile on his face. She thought there was an air of self-deprecation in his smile.

She thought rather sourly that he probably couldn't wait to get divorced from her.

Jeremy was also surprised to see her, but he didn't let his surprise show in his expression.

Her straight hair had been curled, and the long locks fell in soft waves down her back, perfectly framing her beautiful face. She looked absolutely lovely. Something about her gleaming hair and glowing skin made him want to drag her up to bed right now, where he could have his way with her.

But the impulse only lasted for a second. He remembered that she hadn't returned last night, and that her phone had been turned off. He could only imagine what she had been up to! A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"It's nine o'clock. It's a bit early, isn't it? I would have thought you'd stay for longer with that waiter. You seemed really reluctant to leave."

For a moment, Sherry was stunned at his accusation. Then she shook her head and let out a short laugh.

It didn't matter what he said now. She'd already gotten used to hearing such things from him. This was only a sarcastic remark, and actually pretty mild, all things considered.

she said pointedly. Jeremy frowned, because her answer

shadow passed over

him felt like arguing with her, taking offense at her cavalier manner. But another part

we'll iron out all the details," she said without meeting his eyes. She walked upstairs.

Jeremy even more uneasy. He stood where she had left him, feeling

different. It honestly made him

what she had said about divorce and quickly strode into his study. He sat down at his large, ornate desk, pulling open the drawer where the divorce agreement

unobtrusively inside, face-down, but he made no move to look at its

wanted? He

then forcefully shoved the drawer closed. He laid out the divorce agreement on top of

to the living room, the door was

was still wearing the old set of home wear. The pastel pink fabric set off her fair skin. She looked luminous. Her long curly hair had not been blow-dried, and it hung

wanted to ask, "Why are you

signed divorce agreement in his hands, and his words got stuck

to go straight to the point. "All right, you want to talk about the divorce now? Tell me what I should do, Mr.

formal way she addressed him made him irrationally angry. "Sherry, don't forget, we're not divorced yet," he

pressed her lips together. What

she had

your health! Don't place any unnecessary burdens on your next wife." Her tone was polite, as though she was giving

began, not knowing what he was going

hurt in his bloodshot eyes. He didn't finish his sentence. He was losing his balance as