The whole ward started feeling uneasy. Sherry continued, "I can't change my ward nor leave the
hospital. Just let Jessie in."
His eyes looked blank. There was a large gap between them even though he still had her in his arms.
He hesitantly nodded and warned her in an assertive tone, "Don't regret this."
Sherry kept silent and turned her head away from him.
'What a stubborn woman. If I don't give her a hard time, she's never going to learn to give in,' thought
Jeremy.
He gloomily got out of the bed and strode out the room.
She felt the space next to her become empty so she shut her eyes tightly. The irritation flowed
throughout her body and filled her heart as she her anger built up.
In the middle of the night, Jessie arrived at the ward.
There were two beds in the ward, one by the window and the other by the door. Sherry took the one by
the window. After entering the room, Jessie said in dissatisfaction, "I want to sleep by the window."
Sherry heard Jessie complaining but didn't say anything. She just lay with her back towards them and
frowned.
Jeremy looked over at Sherry and told Jessie, "It doesn't matter where you sleep."
"Honey, I just want to sleep on that bed! Have a peaceful night by the window," Jessie said sweetly.
Needless to say, Sherry knew Jessie was back to showering him in affection.
Sherry refused to see this disgusting display.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow. It's too late now," he added in a calm voice.
He was waiting for Sherry to warm up to him, and hoped that she would one day be as coquettish as
Jessie was now.
If Sherry would just swallow her pride and stop acting like a spoiled child, he would give her everything
that he could.
However Sherry still pretended to not hear their words and continued to act as if she was sleeping.
Jeremy knew very well that Sherry wasn't asleep.
"But I can't fall asleep if I sleep here by the door. It's too noisy. Honey...Please..." Jessie said in a softer
voice, pouting her lips slightly. She looked like she was about to cry.
Sherry lay across the room with a splitting headache. If Jeremy let her change beds, she'd leave the
hospital without a doubt.
She really didn't want to stay with Jessie any longer. Every minute she spent with Jessie made her
sick.
Sherry still didn't want to look behind her. She'd be lost for words if she had to see them.
Jeremy hugged Jessie so tightly that she was basically completely supported by his body. She held her
arms around his neck and wanted Jeremy to hold her because she said she felt weak and
uncomfortable.
They thought this would get a rise out of Sherry but with her back turned, it didn't work at all.
"Listen to me. We'll talk tomorrow," Jeremy said in a gentle voice.
You could hear a hint of irritability in his tone.
Jessie realized being affectionate was useless. She looked over at Sherry and her temper rose rapidly.
She just wanted to pull her out the bed by her hair.
"Honey, I feel awful. Can you sleep with me?" As soon as Jessie lay in bed, she began acting like a
spoiled child.
She shuffled aside and made room for Jeremy.
Jeremy kept silent for a few seconds and looked over at Sherry, who still lay motionless.
"Okay," Jeremy unenthusiastically said.
He had never been so patient with a woman before. This new found patience made Jessie incredibly
happy.
As soon as he lay on the bed, he felt a pair of warm hands move over his waist.
He didn't try to sleep immediately. He leaned against the head of the bed with Jessie leaning on his
chest.
"Stop moving." Jeremy said in a deep voice, holding her restless hands.
"Humph!" Jessie moaned intimately. Her body clung to him tightly and from time to time she continued
to moan, while Jeremy kept coaxing her by her ear.
Sherry opened her eyes and looked at the window. The night was so mesmerizing with the sky
beautifully dotted with stars. Each of them looked like a beautiful diamond.
She just wanted to enjoy this wonderful night alone, but the two other people in the room were too
noisy. She couldn't enjoy the beauty alone, nor could she sleep.
When she woke up in the morning the sun was already beating down.
She woke up to the sight of Jessie lying on the bed, supporting her head with one arm and glaring at
her.
Sherry managed to roll over during the night and was now faced with the sight of Jessie.
"Morning, Sherry!" exclaimed Jessie.
Sherry didn't say anything. She propped herself up, lifted the quilt and got out of the bed.
"I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me? Didn't your mother teach you to be polite?" Jessie sat up
abruptly. She didn't look sick at all.
Hearing Jessie, Sherry scoffed coldly and slowly walked towards the bathroom.
The space next to Jessie was empty. It seemed that Jeremy had gone to work.
Both Jeremy and Jessie were irking her. It felt like a thorn in her side.
Jessie also got out of the bed and followed her, muttering, "Humph, now you know who is his love!"
Jessie was like a fly, chasing and nagging away at her.
"Sherry, Jeremy was just playing with you. Stop thinking you're special. After all, I'm the only woman he
loves," Jessie arrogantly said, with her arms crossed.
"Look how frail you are. If I were a man, I'd feel sick just looking at you!"
"Don't pretend to be so pure and proud anymore!"
"I'm talking to you. Do you hear me?" Jessie impatiently raised her eyebrows and pushed Sherry.
Jessie shoved Sherry directly on her wound and the pain made her knees almost collapse under the
strain.
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