Man, what's wrong with you?

Ding-dong... ding-dong...

At this moment, the doorbell broke the rare tranquility that had covered the room like a silk blanket, and Sherry was taken away from her thoughts.

She stopped writing and got up to open the door, her brows furrowed, wondering who would come at this time. The door opened to the sight of a stunning woman who was dressed in an enchanting and coquettish way. It was Jessie.

"It's you!"

Evidently, Jessie didn't expect to see Sherry either, as she appeared stunned and out of place, her mouth wide open in surprise.

But she recovered at once and straightened her posture, her chest puffing out like a prize cock. Without waiting for Sherry's response, she pushed her way inside and said, "Yes, it's me, you tramp! You slept with my husband after you met him once, didn't you?"

Sherry startled at the blunt accusation, but she immediately gathered herself and answered icily, "Please show some respect. This is not a den, so please don't flounce here like a rabid animal."

Jessie was speechless because when she came in, she was expecting a cowardly girl who was afraid of her, but she definitely didn't expect this.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. It was a long moment before she could rally all the anger inside her and talk.

"Respect? You don't deserve my respect!"

With one hand on her waist, she thrust a finger at Sherry's chest sharply and shouted in her face, "You didn't respect my marriage when you seduced my husband, you harlot! And you even dare to enter my house? Do you have no decency left in you, or are you proud that you are just a mistress?"

silence and didn't bother

that it took Jessie off-guard, and her strong confidence almost overwhelmed Jessie too. Physically, Sherry was intimidating as well, as she

woman is faced with her shortcomings, hatred is the easiest reaction. So the face of this woman, who seemed confident in her skin despite Jessie's repeated verbal assault, filled

you've taken my husband's body, you will never get

after he is tired of you, he will go back to me. He provides for me everything I need

insults, Sherry could only look at her

like Jessie in the past? She had always thought that this man, who had shown her so much kindness, would be kind to her all her life, but she was wrong. Oh, what a

side, and Jessie startled at her words. From

the man had heard, but she quickly recovered as if nothing

rushed toward him, all the bitterness and anger wiped from her face like she was a new person, and she

about you. Let me

Sherry, observing her reaction. And when he saw that she didn't seem the littlest bit upset, his face darkened at once,

can come in here?" His deep voice boomed

Get out of my

doubt flashed through her eyes. 'Why did he brush my hand away like my very touch burned his skin? And how could he ask me to leave while that vile woman was allowed

stiff smile on her face, as

eyelashes, a technique that men were particularly weak to. "You know how well I can make you happy," she continued coquettishly, leaving no doubt what

in a

it meant,