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?
Ah, I really can't believe him. Making her woman Jessie share a room with another person? Seriously?"
If Sherry were feeling okay, she would have laughed at his overdramatic reaction. But she wasn't, so she just smiled and
remained quiet.
"Guess what I brought you today," Steve said playfully. He'd finally done peeling and slicing the apple and handed it to her.
Sherry took a bite as a courtesy and put the apple aside.

"How many times do I have to tell 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 already but it didn't mean he would listen.
He paid her no mind and continued 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 a gold flower inside. "Do you like it?"
Sherry looked at it and let out a sigh. "Mr. Song, this is really unnecessary," she said weakly.
"Here you go." Steve put the jewelry on Sherry's hand before she could even protest against it.
"Where are the other stuff I gave you?" His eyes scanned the room for places she could have possibly stored them in. "Did you
really donate all of it?" Steve asked sincerely.
He genuinely hoped she kept everything he'd given her. After all, he put a lot of thought into these gifts. Every one of them was
carefully selected to suit her.
Sherry slowly hopped off her bed and took out a key from her bedside drawer. "Not yet. I kept everything in here." She carefully
walked up to her cabinet.
Steve followed her as he watched her every move intently. He extended his arm to help her steady herself. "Slowly," he caringly
told her.
She overestimated herself when she tried to get off the bed. She was extremely weak and her head was spinning. She grabbed
Steve's hand to balance herself. She finally straightened herself up, so she took his hand off her. "I'm fine now," she reassured
him.
She opened the cabinet and a pile of different sized boxes and bags showed up in front of the two. She then added to the heap
the gold flower Steve had just given her.
"Do you really just put them there like that? They'd be stolen if you just leave them here." Steve was surprised by the lack of care
Sherry gave to his gifts.
He was disheartened, of course. It seemed like she was actually going to donate everything.
"Hey now," Sherry replied. "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 closed the cabinet door with all the gifts clumsily stacked on top of each
other.

Steve let out a deep sigh. 'Ah, what a pain!' he thought to himself.
She tried to get back to her bed but her knees were weak. Steve was quick to pick up what was wrong and immediately asked,
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," she lied. "I just didn't sleep right last night." Sherry averted her eyes to the floor so she wasn't looking at Steve.
"Let me just carry you back to bed," he offered. Steve was already behind her before she could even decline.
It was such a short walk from where she stood so it was really unnecessary, but long before she knew it, Steve had already
swept her off her feet.
She was in Steve's arm and they were almost by the bed.
She finally took a good look at him. His face was painted with worry all over. Despite this, his handsomeness was still apparent.
Her body grew stiff in his arms.
He finally put her down then tucked her in, as if a child.
Jessie stood by the door and watched everything unfold before her. Her eyes were eyes cold; she wanted to stop whatever they
were doing but she remained silent.
As she watched Steve taking good care of Sherry, jealousy overcame her senses.
Jessie's gaze was fixed at the cabinet. She knew they did nothing wrong but it still didn't help stop her fingernails from digging
onto her palms. Her knuckles turned white from how tight her fists were.
'I guess even hospitalization won't stop her from seducing other men,' Jessie thought. She turned around to leave.
Jessie took out her phone and made a call. It rang three times before someone answered.
"Babe," she said lovingly. "When will you come to see me? I miss you so much!" she said tenderly.
Jeremy looked at his watch to check the time. It was already late but he still had a lot to do. If things were up to him, he'd simply
drop everything and head straight to the hospital. "I just have to finish something. I'll be there soon," he reassured her.
"Please come quickly," Jessie plead. "I can't stay here any longer!" Her voice was slightly raised.

"Is something wrong?" Jeremy asked with concern in his voice.
He was aware she and Sherry would never get along with each other. He knew the two very well. What worried him was what
Jessie would do to Sherry if they stayed together any longer.
Although he wished trouble for Sherry, he still wouldn't want Jessie to be the one causing it.
"Sherry, that wench," Jessie continued. "She let a 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 was jealous.
"A man?" Jeremy's curiosity grew even more.
"Yes, Steve," she answered. "He visits whenever you're not around. They always seem dubious together! Just now, I saw him
carry Sherry in his arms."
The call ended and he returned to his work with furrowed brows. His mood changed for the worse.
'Him and her being dubious?' he thought deeply. 'Why would he bring her presents? And does he only visit Sherry when I'm not
around?'
He closed his eyes but he only saw red. He swept his table clean. Papers flew and eventually fell on the floor. His office was a
mess.
His body was overtaken by anger. There was nothing more he'd want to do than strangle that bitch Sherry.
He took deep breaths to clear his mind and collect his thoughts. Finally, he stood up and left work.
Steve had been long gone when he arrived at the hospital. Sherry was having dinner.
She paused to look at who was coming. To her surprise, it was Jeremy. His face was rock hard and filled with hatred.
"Where's the key?" He walked up to Sherry. He was almost yelling at her.
Sherry looked back to her food and started playing with it. She had no appetite these days, so she did not have the energy to
speak.

Jessie lay on the bed beside Sherry's. She kept silent while she watched all the fun that was about to happen in front of her. 'This
will be interesting,' she thought as his lips form a smirk.
"I'll ask you for the last time," Jeremy said. His patience was wearing thin. "Where's the key to the cabinet?" He tried to sound
calm and composed but his animosity leaked with every word he spoke.
Sherry was confused. Why would he want the key to the cabinet? 'Does he know about the gifts inside?' she asked herself.
She stayed silent and Jeremy finally burst. He took the plate off Sherry's table and threw it to the floor. Everything fell.
The food splattered on the floor.
Sherry was dumbfounded by Jeremy's actions. "What is wrong with you?" She mustered all her energy to finally speak up.
She was scared of him, most especially of the look on his eyes. It looked like he really wanted to hurt her.
Even Jessie, who was just watching from her bed, was frightened by what just happened.
Jeremy was always daunting in his bouts of anger.
He walked over to Sherry's drawer and took out the key.
"Jeremy!" she called. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sherry wanted her words to sound firmer but failed.
He didn't pay her any attention and headed to the cabinet. He opened it so forcefully the doors almost fell out.
The pile of gifts greeted him. He knew they would be there but he didn't expect this many.
Sherry got off her bed to stop him, but her sudden movements made her dizzy.
She stopped to steady herself, but before she could even stand straight, Jeremy had grabbed her by the wrist.
He pulled her chin up to level their faces. A venomous smile was plastered on his face. He then dragged her in front of the
cabinet.
"So, Sherry." He paused to shift his eyes to the presents. "Do you mind telling me where these came from?" Jeremy finally let go
of her wrist. His movements were so forceful that Sherry lost her balance. She tried to compose herself, but she was already
falling, ultimately bumping into the cabinet.