Man, what's wrong with you? Chapter 60 Don't Touch Me

As Jeremy got increasingly aggravated, his eyes turned cold. "Sherry, I dare you to say that again. You
want a divorce?"

"Jeremy, you always seem to be disappointed in me. Why don't we just divorce? You being suspicious
of me all the time is getting old. We should just get a divorce," Sherry answered frigidly.

Jeremy took a step towards her and noticed that she was shaking.

Meanwhile, Chester stood aside. He knew this was none of his business. Still, as he looked at the
pained expression on Sherry's face, he couldn't help but be bothered.

So Chester approached Sherry. With a worried look on his face, he asked, "How are you feeling? I can
help you get back to bed."

As soon as Chester reached out, Sherry seemed to collapse.

"Sherry!" Jeremy swooped in and pushed Chester away. He grabbed Sherry and took her into his
arms.

"Now you're worried about her? She has a fever and yet you're still fighting with her."

Jeremy's eyes gleamed in anger. He tightly held on to Sherry only to find that she was burning up and
her ears were reddened.

He hadn't noticed this earlier thinking that she was just pissed off.

"She's sick. What are you still doing here talking to me? Shouldn't you be taking her to the hospital
already? Why are you keeping her here?" Jeremy retorted.

Chester answered, "If you hadn't showed up, her fever wouldn't have returned."



"Good thing I'm here then or else, I wouldn't have known what you would do since she has a fever!"
Jeremy aggressively asserted his right as her husband.

Sherry was still weak as she put her arm on his shoulder. Upon hearing Jeremy, she frowned and
protested, "I don't want to go to the hospital!"

Jeremy lowered his head and looked at her sharply. "No, you need to go to the hospital!"

After struggling for a while, Sherry finally gave up as he was holding on to her so tightly.

"No! No! I don't want to go to the hospital!"

Chester frowned and blurted out, "She said she didn't want to go. Put her down!"

"She's my wife. I should take care of her. Now get out of the way!" Jeremy was still aggressive.

Chester was left with no choice but to concede since Sherry really was Jeremy's wife.

Still, the distressed look on Sherry's face was enough reason for Chester to not turn a blind eye. "You
should respect what she wants. Besides, she said it herself that she wants a divorce."

"We're not getting a divorce. We will be together until the day she dies. She can only dream of leaving
me but that's never going to happen."

Chester sneered and added, "Sherry wants a divorce and I support her decision no matter what."

Stunned, Jeremy was briefly left speechless.

The struggle between the two men was undeniable. Chester was calm and collected while Jeremy
seemed as if he was ready to explode any minute now—this was not lost on Sherry. She could clearly
see the difference between the two men.



"Stay out of this, Chester. If I say we're not having a divorce then it's not going to happen!" Jeremy
hissed as he passed by Chester, holding Sherry in his arms.

"Jeremy, I said I don't go to the hospital. It's none of your business!" Sherry was getting more frustrated
by the second.

"I know you just don't want to see Jessie. We can change rooms," Jeremy suggested.

When he spoke, his tone was soft and careful—completely different from his tone earlier.

"This has nothing to do with Jessie. It's you that I don't want to see," Sherry snapped, short of breath.

"I still need to take care of you. Once you recover, you're free to punish me however you want if you're
still mad then," Jeremy said as he put her inside his car.

He treated her tenderly but all he received from her were glares and cold looks.

"What about divorce? Is that okay? You said I could punish you in any way I want," Sherry said coldly.

After he heard this, Jeremy's face darkened. He closed the door, started the car, and drove off.

"It's going to be a while before we arrive at the hospital. You can sleep first," Jeremy said after a long
moment of silence. However, Sherry didn't respond.

All that could be heard was her heavy breathing.

Soon they arrived at the hospital. When they did, Sherry was still sleeping.

He opened the door of the passenger seat and stared at her sleeping face for a while. A sense of guilt
emerged from his heart.



He was so careless that he failed to notice that she was running a fever. Once again, he'd lost his
temper and harmed her.

She obviously wasn't feeling well these past few days. As usual, she didn't say a word and kept the
pain to herself.

Heaving a sigh, Jeremy bent over and picked her up.

As soon as they entered the hospital, he asked the nurses to change her room. The nurse then gave
Sherry an injection and he spent the night at the hospital with her. He didn't leave her side the entire
night. He didn't even sleep, not even when the sun rose.

When Sherry woke up, she felt a stinging pain in her hand. When she checked what it was, she noticed
a band-aid plastered at the back of her hand.

She wasn't feeling dizzy anymore and her fever seemed to have gone away.

She was wearing a hospital gown now instead of the pajamas she was originally wearing. Suddenly,
she thought, 'Who changed my clothes for me?'

At that moment, she noticed Jeremy sitting next to her, staring at her.

"Are you awake? Do you feel better now?" Jeremy said in a hoarse voice.

He looked tired. His shirt and collar were askew but his eyes were alive and bright.

It was probably him! Damn it! What happened last night? Did he do anything else besides changing her
clothes?

Her memories were a blur.



When Jeremy first saw that Sherry had woken up, he made sure to control his emotions. He made sure
his voice was soft and gentle as he spoke.

Sherry blinked and breathed heavily. "You can leave now. I don't want to see you."

"You just woke up and you're already asking me to leave. If I hadn't brought you to the hospital, you
would still be running a fever now. Do you think that's a joke?"

Jeremy was back to his usual self. Sherry responded, "It's none of your business anyway."

All of a sudden, Jeremy stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. The bed sank down as soon as he
sat down. He reached out and held her hand. Trembling, Sherry quickly shook off his hand. "Don't
touch me and get out!"

"I want to touch you. What can you do?" After saying this, he lifted her face with his hands, lowered his
head, and covered her mouth with his.

"Well..."

When he pulled away, he had an evil smile on his face. "Now that I've kissed you, what do you want to
do to me?"

In shock, Sherry merely gazed back at him. He took advantage of this by lowering his head and kissing
her again. "So? How do you feel?"

"Argh! Disgusting!" Sherry barked.

Jeremy frowned. Disgusting?

How could she say he was disgusting?

He couldn't believe her!



"What did you just say?" He squinted his eyes, gleaming of anger now.

"Disgusting! You make me sick! You're nothing but a headache!"

He couldn't help but feel frustrated.

But she was a patient now so he couldn't lose his temper. No matter how angry he was, he had to
control himself!

"Well, whatever you say," he said nonchalantly.

In response, Sherry sneered. "Mr. Ou, I'd like to ask that you leave first. I need to talk to my lawyer
about our divorce."

Now she was mentioning divorce! Jeremy didn't know how long he could stand this.

This time, he was completely triggered. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tightened his grip.
"Divorce? Hell no! You're mine until the day you die!"

"Let me go! Jeremy!" Struggling, Sherry suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back.

"You will always be mine which means you have to fulfill your duty as a wife to me until the day you
die!" He grabbed her hands and gripped them tightly so she couldn't do anything. Then with his other
hand, he twisted her head and forced her to look at him.

"Now, I need to check if you've already been touched by other men!" As soon as he finished speaking,
his hand slid into her clothes starting from the neckline.

Sherry exhaled when he felt his warm hand exploring her body. Hard as she tried, she couldn't stop
him.



"You're dirty and shameless!" Sherry cursed him indignantly.

"You're my wife. I have every right to touch you!"

"Please don't! You've gone too far, Jeremy. I'm gonna kill you!" Sherry lowered her head and attempted
to bite on his shoulder. However, Jeremy turned his head around and kissed her by accident.

Sherry pushed him hard with her hands pressed against his chest.

He almost fell out of the bed but fortunately, he was able to grab on the table.

As soon as she was free, Sherry took a big breath and looked at Jeremy vigilantly.

"Don't come closer." Eyes widened, Jeremy took off his tie, grabbed her hands, and tied her wrists
together.

Once again, he was abusing her. She felt so humiliated!

"Jeremy! I hate you!" Sherry helplessly watched him tie up her hands but she had no strength to resist.
She could only provoke him with her words.

"What? You think you're so clever?" He leaned over and roughly kissed her despite having no consent.

Sherry kicked the quilt off the bed but Jeremy was holding her in his arms.

It was a long kiss and he didn't stop until she was out of breath.

Sherry's lips were already red and swollen. "No, no one else had ever touched me! Can you stop
now?" Sherry shouted at him, almost pleading.

"No. I think you're lying. I need to check myself." By now, Sherry was trembling in fear.



He slowly kissed her everywhere as if she was a piece of property and not a human being.

The only things that could be heard was Jeremy relishing her body like a beast while Sherry protested.
He was abusing her.

What they both failed to notice was the person standing by the door.

Jessie was holding a cup in her hand, her fingers tightly grasped around the cup. Furiously, she glared
at the two bodies that were intertwined.

'Sherry, you're disgusting!'

Jessie was so angry that she wanted to slap Sherry across the face.

However, it seemed that Jeremy was enjoying Sherry's body.

But it couldn't go on like this. She had to find a way to get rid of Sherry so that Jeremy could finally be
hers.


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