Man, what's wrong with you?

After getting dressed into her pajamas Sherry dried her hair before going to bed. When she returned to her room she was
unsettled by the sight before her. Jeremy lay comfortably in her small bed quite happily.
Sherry peered over at her Hello Kitty doll that was tossed aside on the bed. Noticing her observation, Jeremy picked it up and
placed it on the floor, in an attempt to make room for Sherry.
"Why don't you just go home? It's getting awfully late." Sherry strolled to her doll lying on the ground and almost caringly picked it
up and placed it on a nearby chair.
"No it's okay, I'm fine to stay here," said Jeremy confidently.
He was lying down with his long limbs almost dwarfing Sherry's small bed. It made her feel like her bed was comical to say the
least.
"Who said that you can sleep here? This is my home and my bed!" demanded Sherry angrily.
"I thought your home was my home. Aren't we a couple?" Looking at Sherry, he gave a playful smile.
"Don't you have a wife? Jessie? I'm pretty sure that she is your wife," said Sherry in a sharp voice.
Sherry would always have the memory of Jessie calling him "honey" and clinging onto him like an octopus
The mere sound of Jessie's name seemed to upset Jeremy. However this didn't bother Sherry, if anything it amused her even
more.
However her amusement was short lived as Jeremy's cold shout of "Sherry" stopped her dead in her tracks.
His shout seemed to not be for any other purposes other than silencing her. After a moment of stunned silence Sherry built up
the courage to ask him what was wrong.
"Remember, only I have the right to ask for a divorce! You don't have that right," he said, his voice cold and dominating.
"No way!" she very nearly blurted out.
Sherry bit her lower lip to hold her tongue back from saying anything. She was fed up with fighting with a man that was just too
hard headed and narcissistic to talk to.

"It's fine. You can sleep here, I'll sleep on the sofa." Sherry ignored the prospects of sleeping in the bed and decided to leave the
room. Suddenly there was a strong grasp on her and in an instant was flung towards the bed. She was lying on her bed before
even realizing what was happening.
Jeremy had pinned her to the bed with a furious look in his eyes.
"No, stop it, Jeremy..." She squirmed and refused Jeremy's advances but to no avail.
At that moment the doorbell rang.
No matter how hard she tried to fend Jeremy off and escape his clutches, his hold was too powerful for her.
"Someone is here, Jeremy. Go open the door," gasped Sherry.
It would have been inappropriate for Sherry to get the door in her state, so Jeremy begrudgingly answered the door.
Sherry hurriedly got changed into more presentable clothes suitable for welcoming guests. It didn't matter who was at the door;
she would be quite embarrassed wearing pajamas
Standing at the door was Barry and several workers with mysterious, large suitcases behind them.
Barry unexpectedly saw that it was Jeremy who opened the door for him. "Sir, I've bought the bed," he quickly said.
Barry was also carrying a suitcase filled with Jeremy's clothes.
He knew that Jeremy very clearly wanted to live here. Hence, he had packed many suits and other clothes for his boss.
Sherry entered the living room and much to her surprise she found that there was an array of items. "What's this?" she asked
amazed.
"Mrs. Ou," said Barry politely.
Sherry cast a confused look at Barry. Jeremy took his pajamas and strolled into the bathroom.
She excitedly walked over to Barry and in an almost indecipherable manner asked, "What are you doing with all this? I didn't buy
a new bed!"
"The boss asked me to buy a king size bed and bring his clothes here," said Barry.

Sherry was lost for words. She realized that Jeremy was being serious when he said he wanted to stay there.
Did he not love Sherry? Why would he do such a ridiculous thing?
Seeing that Sherry was stunned, he felt like he had to say something and indeed said, "Mrs. Ou, Mr. Ou was supposed to be at a
dinner tonight but instead declined and came here."
He didn't reveal to her that Jessie was in the company earlier today. As a smart man, he knew that sometimes it was better to
say nothing.
"Why did you tell me?" asked Sherry, puzzled.
There seemed to be a lull between them so Barry decided to break the silence.
With a worried look, Barry said, "I think he didn't care about the dinner and only wanted to come to see you. He did this even
though the dinner was with a very important partner that he thinks highly of."
Sherry understood what Barry was insinuating but didn't know what to say. She softly only mustered, "Oh."
"The boss cares about you a lot. Spectators can see more than players. I assure you that his feelings for you are more than you
think Mrs. Ou," Barry continued.
Through a wry smile on Sherry's face she explained, "You don't understand. Spectators do indeed see most of the game.
However if I didn't ask for a divorce first, he wouldn't have done these things. I don't feel comfortable talking about this anymore."
Everything he did bitterly disheartened her. She didn't expect much from Jeremy anymore.
It felt like a beautiful bubble that was just too fragile and easily broken.
"Mrs. Ou..." Barry still felt that his boss' actions were still misunderstood and wanted to further explain. Sherry comforted him by
saying, "Don't worry Barry, I understand his feelings deep in my heart."
Understand? Barry didn't really understand what was happening between them.
Sitting on the sofa, Sherry just let the workers do whatever they wanted. When she heard the faint sound of running water
coming from the bathroom, her heart sank deeper and deeper thinking of Jeremy.
'Didn't he feel humiliated when I filed for divorce in the first place? Maybe he only acted as if he cared about me.

Maybe he has a plan to make me regret doing this. Maybe he will make me fall in love with him only to break my heart and dump
me all as a sick act of revenge.
You don't have to play games with me anymore, Jeremy,' Sherry thought.
The workers had finished setting up the new bed and Barry had asked Sherry what to do with the old one.
Sherry was about to tell the workers to put it in the storage room but at that moment Jeremy's powerful voice shouted, "Throw it
away!"
"Don't!" she ordered. Sherry stood up and opened a door to a small room. "Put it here," she said.
The workers looked at Jeremy, and then looked at Sherry. Noticing that Jeremy didn't say anything to refute, they followed her
instruction and put it in the room.
After Barry and the workers left, the room fell awkwardly silent again.
It was already late. She didn't like when Jeremy stayed in her home uninvited but there was no point in making a fuss anymore.
She thought it was better to just get used to it now.
Before long the divorce would be finalized. She only had to tolerate this for a couple days.
"How long are you planning on staying here?" asked Sherry hesitantly.
"How long? I'll live here as long as you live here," he replied calmly.
She knew his intentions before asked the question came out of her mouth, but she was still flustered when the words actually
came from him.
"It's far from your company and there'll be so much traffic along the way. I think you'd better go back," she shyly suggested.
"I can go wherever I want. You don't need to remind me. If you want to drive me away, you can try some other way."
"What?" questioned Sherry shyly.
Jeremy went into the bedroom first. Looking at the big bed, Sherry was a little hesitant.
Her bedroom was not big, and now it seemed to look smaller with the bed taking up so much of it.

"Come sleep," said Jeremy inviting her by lightly patting the bed next to him.
"Okay." Although she was hesitant she had no other bed to sleep in. She begrudgingly edged towards the bed. As soon as she
lay down Jeremy held her in his arms again.
"Stay in bed!" he demanded. Even though she knew he'd do this it still scared her. Her heart pounded and she sheepishly asked
with a deep breath,
"What are you doing?" He very quickly put his hands on her and said, "Don't move or I'll have my way with you right now."
His hoarse voice rang powerfully in her head, so she refused to move.
Seeing that she was listening Jeremy was about to kiss her. But before he could do that, Sherry turned her face away and
shouted, "Don't touch me!"
"I don't want to do this." He kept kissing her and sucked on her neck. Sherry became incredibly uncomfortable and helplessly
pushed his face away. After a while, she suddenly said, "I have a condition."
Did she have any power here?
"What is it?" Jeremy asked intriguingly.
"We can discuss the divorce later and work this out, but we can't have sex without my permission in future," Sherry said firmly.
He frowned and confusingly asked, "Why? We are a couple. Why can't I do this? Why can't I have sex with you when I want to?"
There are so many women that want him.
This woman in front of him used to do anything to get him. Now however she was trying everything to distance him.
He always got what he wanted and now that he wasn't getting this, it frustrated him to no end.
Sherry confidently said through a smile, "If you don't want to do this then you can leave now. I can just directly file for divorce
then."
"File for divorce?" Jeremy said slightly bewildered.
Jeremy's eyes narrowed in terror.

He didn't speak for a long time. After a while, just as Sherry was about to sleep and she felt that Jeremy wouldn't compromise,
he suddenly broke the silence and said, "Okay."
Then he got off her body and slept beside her.
After a while Sherry realized what was happening and felt a sense of relief overcome her body. To her surprise she felt a hand on
her waist.
He put his arm around her waist and glared at her. "Sleep!"
The simple and clear instruction stunned Sherry.
"Okay," she said nervously. She turned over with her back to him and inadvertently opened her eyes. She just could not fall
asleep.
Jeremy's arm stayed around her waist. When he occasionally moved, it sent fear down Sherry's spine. She feared that Jeremy
would break his promise and defile her.
It seemed he had no such intention however. Sherry slept, petrified in that position the whole night.
The smell of her hair just made him want to lovingly hold her in his arms. It made him want to make love to her right there and
then.
But since he had just made a promise, he couldn't go back on it immediately. He thought that if he ever did go against his
promise, it would not be now.
She was extremely stiff while she slept, which worried Jeremy. It saddened him that she didn't feel comfortable with him around.
Could she not sleep peacefully in his arm?