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

e 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.