Chapter 58 Vanity (Part One)

Sherry's dizziness was getting worse. She stumbled and bumped against the cabinet, which shook with the impact.

Moreover, the wound on her back was stinging, as if it the skin had been slashed into pieces. But the physical pain was far more bearable than the pain in her heart.

"Where did you get these? Are they from Steve, or some other man?" Jeremy asked angrily, as he stepped forward to steady the cabinet. He looked without sympathy at Sherry.

She coughed. Her hair covered her face as she bent to cover her mouth and hide her fragile, injured eyes.

"So, it turns out you like such things, and the man who give them to you!" Jeremy sneered.

He glanced at the pile inside the cabinet. The sight of the gifts made him even angrier.

"No..." Sherry said softly, trailing off. She considered explaining, then swallowed back the words. Instead, a bitter smile formed on her face.

She knew Jeremy well enough to know that nothing would convince him. It didn't matter what she said to him when he was in a temper. He wouldn't believe her anyway.

"No?" Jeremy repeated incredulously. "You've already made the effort to keep these things while I wasn't here! I can see how much you treasure these gifts!" To him, it seemed very obvious that she had a guilty conscience.

He breathed hard, thinking of what he would say to teach Sherry a lesson. "I've learned that you are a vain and shallow woman! You would throw yourself at any man who gives you these stupid presents.

I never knew until today that you had such vanity!" Sherry stared at him. He was looking at her with sarcasm and contempt.

She realized that even after being married for so long, Jeremy still had no idea what kind of person she really was. He thought she was vain and stupid like his other women.

"Don't talk nonsense," she said tiredly. "What you're saying isn't true. You just love to judge me by your own impossible standards." With that, Sherry pushed him away and stumbled out of the ward.

Still wearing her hospital clothes, she rushed down the corridor, heading towards the front doors of the hospital. She didn't know where she was going. She only knew that she wanted to escape Jeremy and forget the cruel words that broke her heart.

She emerged from the hosp

lt. She got out of the car by herself.

She gave him a small smile, thankful to be with someone who was so polite and respectful. Unlike Jeremy, Chester was a good man who never forced her or made her feel embarrassed.

They walked up the driveway and entered Chester's home. The house was decorated in an elegant, simple, black-and-white style. Everything was clean and tidy. Sherry bent down to change her shoes, but as soon as she raised her head, a sharp pain began throbbing in her head.

She swayed slightly, holding out a hand for support. She must avoid making such sudden moves, or else the pain in her head would get worse.

Chester caught her outstretched arm and supported her. He said gently, "Let me take you to my room."

"Yes, thank you," Sherry replied in a weak voice. She was so tired.

He helped her down the hallway, and felt her wobbling unsteadily on her feet. He felt sorry for her. "Sherry, let me carry you, all right?"

Without waiting for her answer, he lifted her up in his arms.

She settled into his arms, feeling safe and comfortable. She raised a hand to touch his face.

Perhaps it was because of the cold wind blowing on his face outside, but his skin was cool to the touch. Sherry couldn't resist rubbing his skin to cool herself a bit. It made him nervous, and he quickly set her down on the bed.

He went to fetch a thermometer, then returned to put it in her mouth. He looked at her flushed face and said softly, "Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"