Man, what's wrong with you? Chapter 62 Get Hurt (Part One)

The sheets on the bed were folded up neatly while the fruits on the table were left untouched and her
shoes were nowhere to be seen.

Jeremy frowned as he opened the bathroom door only to find it empty.

At this time, a nurse passed by. Jeremy stopped her and asked, "Where's the patient in this ward?"

Even though the nurse wasn't assigned to Sherry's ward, she said blankly, "Oh, she was discharged
about two hours ago."

"Discharged?" Jeremy repeated.

Even though at the back of his mind, he already knew this, he still had to ask just to be sure.

"Yes. She was discharged when her fever went down. She'll be fine as long as she takes her medicine
on time," the nurse said.

He nodded, turned around, entered the empty ward alone.

Sherry's scent still lingered in the air. Sitting on the bed, he recalled what he had said to her that
morning.

She must have been so sad and aggrieved.

How could he have said that to her? How could Sherry seduce any other man? How could he compare
her with those other women?

Meanwhile, Sherry was still feeling a little dizzy as she left the hospital.

She didn't have much money on her—only her cellphone and some medicines. Before she left, she
made sure to deliberate charge it to Jeremy's account.



After all, to him, she was a vain woman who only cared about money.

As she walked on the streets, she passed by a clothing boutique where she could see her reflection.
With her messy hair, she looked absolutely fatigued.

She looked like a wandering ghost especially with how pale her face was.

The nurse reminded her repeatedly to take her medicine on time and to not catch a cold or else, her
fever might come back.

She was only wearing a flimsy shirt and a thin pair of trousers. The clouds hovering above her were
dark as if it was about to rain.

There was no bus nearby so Sherry clutched her chest as she hurried over to a bus stop.

The bus stop was quite far away so she decided to go through an alley which served as a shortcut.

Not giving it much thought, she entered the alley.

The alley wasn't completely deserted. Cars passed by occasionally but there were very few people
milling around. The houses were dilapidated and there didn't seem to be much life in them.

All the trash on the ground was tumbling along with the wind. Sherry's hair was disheveled now too.

At this time, a car suddenly came as if from out of nowhere. Needless to say, it startled her.

Several men in black came out from the car. Anyone who saw them would be undeniably scared.

Sherry couldn't shake off the bad feeling that was rising in her chest. She turned around and walked
briskly towards the other way.

"Sherry!" someone shouted from behind her.



Sherry ignored the man and just continued walking, quickening her pace.

"It's that woman! Catch her!" a man yelled.

Shocked, Sherry immediately started running.

However, it didn't take long for the men to catch her, as her knees were still weak.

The men surrounded her as they eyed her knowingly. They exchanged glances and malicious smiles.

"Yup, it's her," one of the men said.

Sherry's heart sank. She knew she had been targeted.

"Hey, beautiful, why are you running? Don't you want to talk to me?" A man with a tattooed arm,
grinned, showing off his yellowed teeth.

"Who sent you here?" Sherry cautiously asked as she glared at them.

All the men surrounding her looked absolutely strong and she knew she couldn't deal with them even if
she tried.

"We were just passing by when we saw you walking alone. We got out of the car because we thought
you'd be lonely." The men had completely surrounded Sherry, blocking off all the ways Sherry could
possibly escape to.

"Bullshit! Who sent you here?" Sherry shouted again.

One of the men scratched her face and said, "Why are you so fierce? I won't do anything to harm you. I
just want to have fun. Just cooperate, will you?"



Sherry heavily shook away his hand, picked up her bag, and threw it on the man's face.

"Fuck!" The man withdrew his hand, retreating a few steps. Taking advantage of this opening, Sherry
immediately ran off.

"Catch her!"

Before she could even go far, they'd already caught up with her.

They grabbed both of her hands to prevent her from hitting them again. In utter shock, Sherry looked at
the four men and wondered who on earth would want to do this to her.

"Get in the car!" the man with a tattoo ordered in a low voice.

Sherry was dragged to the car. She shook her head and tried to resist them. "Don't touch me! Don't
touch me!"

"Shut up! Or I'll hit you!" When she got into the car, the men took out a piece of rope and tied her hands
and feet.

Once the car started, Sherry tried to kick the door in an attempt to get someone outside to notice her.

However, as soon as the car engine started, they felt the car skid as they felt a huge mass slam into
the behind of the car.

"Shit! What the fuck?" the man with the tattoos said fiercely.

Before he could even finish what he was saying, the car began quaking violently once more. In a rage,
the men got out of the car.

Sherry tried to follow behind them but they slammed the door in her face, leaving her alone in the car.



She could only see what was happening through the window.

Sherry turned her head and looked back.

A familiar black car came into view. Sherry was stunned when she saw Jeremy getting out of the car.

Jeremy looked fierce with his eyes dimmed. He was wearing his usual white shirt with the cuffs rolled
up to his arm and his long black pants hugging his legs.


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