Man, what's wrong with you?

Steve led Sherry for a walk. After walking for a while, they eventually reached the garden. The air outside was cool and crisp, a stark contrast against what was inside the hospital. Sherry would not let this chance go to waste. She took in several deep breaths, savoring the fresh outdoor air.

"Here," Steve finally said. "I brought you something." He handed her the bag as he took a seat on the bench.

"Oh," Sherry whispered. "You didn't have to. What's in it?" Sherry smiled embarrassedly.

"The thing I gave you last time was a reward." Steve diverted his eyes to the ground. "This is an apology," he said firmly as he waited for Sherry to open it.

She took a peek and saw a dainty little box sitting at the bottom of the bag. She didn't bother finding out what was inside.

By the looks of it, whatever was inside the tiny box was expensive. She did not dare open it and immediately handed the package back to him. "Mr. Song, I really can't accept this," Sherry replied politely.

"How can you refuse such a gift when you haven't even seen what's inside?" Steve responded with a hint of annoyance in his voice. A frown started to form on his face.

"I really can't accept this gift." Sherry straightened herself up and faced Steve. Her eyes met his. "You can't give me an apology gift when you haven't done anything wrong. You have nothing to ask forgiveness for," she added. "So, please take it back." Her voice was stern. Steve didn't respond. Sherry placed the bag on the space between them. She knew he would not budge one bit.

"Sherry," Steve finally said. "I bought you this gift. I've told you before, haven't I? I don't take something back once it's given away." His voice grew colder every word he uttered. "If you really don't want it, throw it away, for all I care but don't you dare give it back to me," Steve spat, his head lowered.

Sherry was at loss for words. Her mind was racing, thinking of what the next course of action she should take. She bit her lip as she figured out what to say next. "If you keep insisting then I'll just donate it," she finally replied. "Mr. Song, this is not a good look on you. You can't keep on doing things like this."

"I don't see the issue here. It's my own money that I used when I bought that present. It's up to me who I want to give gifts to," Steve responded in annoyance. "Throw it out, donate it, I don't care. It's yours now. Whatever you do to this thing is none of my business."

Sherry was yet again left speechless by Steve's words. He finally lifted his gaze off the ground and onto her eyes. No matter how much she tried to look away, his eyes seemed to drag hers back.

That was the thing with Steve: no one can resist his eyes.

Sherry let him have the final say in the argument and silently accepted the present.

Ever since Sherry agreed to accept the first gift, Steve would come to the hospital almost every day. Every time he came, he brought a small present for her, and she refused every time. He would just tell her to donate it or throw it away.

Steve then began bringing gifts that could not be donated which flustered Sherry even more. Despite the awkwardness, she still couldn't bring herself to throw away his gifts. She didn't want any of it to go to waste.

She immediately put away every gift he had ever brought without ever checking what was inside. Only when Steve left she would go through them and call charities that would be willing to receive any of the stuff she had in her cabinet.

Steve's regular visits made Sherry's head spin.

During another visit from him, he was peeling an apple for her as she lay on her hospital bed. She was watching him gently remove the apple core when she suddenly felt woozy.

She would normally meet Steve outside but she was feeling out of sorts that day. She didn't bother keeping him out of her room.

Luckily for her, Jessie stepped out for a while. It took Steve a moment before he noticed the additional bed beside Sherry's. "Who stays on that bed?" he asked, his brow raised.

Sherry explained that Jessie moved into the same room. Steve grimaced at the thought of her sharing the same room as that woman. "What is up with that Jeremy?" he asked almost mockingly. "Can't he afford a room for her lady?

Making her woman

have laughed at his overdramatic reaction. But she wasn't,

slicing the apple and handed it to her. Sherry took a bite as a courtesy and put

you this, Mr. Song?" She propped herself up so they're face to face. "I don't need you giving me gifts." He'd heard this more than a hundred times

to open the gift he brought. He took out a small bag and inside it was a smaller box. Steve opened the box and revealed

out a sigh. "Mr. Song, this is really unnecessary,"

Sherry's hand

eyes scanned the room for places she

all, he put a lot of thought

slowly hopped off her bed and took out a key from her bedside drawer. "Not yet.

followed her as he watched her every move intently. He extended his arm to help her steady herself. "Slowly," he

spinning. She grabbed Steve's hand to balance herself. She finally straightened herself up, so she took his hand off

showed up in front of the two. She then added to the heap the gold

there like that? They'd be stolen if you just leave them here." Steve was surprised by the lack of care Sherry

disheartened, of course. It seemed like she was

"I'm in a hospital, in the VIP ward too. Do you really think thieves could easily sneak in here?" She couldn't believe this man's absurdity. She eventually

sigh. 'Ah,

her bed but her knees were weak. Steve was quick to pick

didn't sleep right last night." Sherry averted her eyes to the floor so she wasn't

you back to bed," he offered. Steve

was really unnecessary,

was in Steve's arm and they were almost by the

a good look at him. His face was painted with worry all over.

put her down then tucked her in,

everything unfold before her. Her eyes were eyes cold; she wanted to stop whatever they were doing but

taking good care of Sherry, jealousy overcame her

knew they did nothing wrong but it still didn't help stop her fingernails from digging onto

won't stop her from seducing other men,' Jessie thought. She turned around

out her phone and made a call.

will you come to see me? I miss you so

to check the time. It was already late but he still had a lot to do. If things were up

stay here

Jeremy asked

was aware she and Sherry would never get along with each other. He knew the two very well.

Sherry, he still wouldn't want Jessie to be the

man into our room. They were acting all lovey-dovey. He also brought her a lot of gifts." She was clearly annoyed. But more than that, she

curiosity grew

visits whenever you're not around. They always seem dubious together! Just now, I saw him carry Sherry

to his work