Chapter 23 A Good Show In The Kitchen (2/2)

Jeffery's eyebrows wrinkled when he heard Jeremy's remark. He clenched his fists.

Sherry shouted, ”Jeremy, can you please stop!”

”It's not often we have guests. Why don't you stay a little longer. Could it be Sherry's fault why you 're leaving in such a hurry? Did she mistreat you this evening?”

Jeffery saw how unhappy Sherry was and explained, ”No, it's not like that.”

”Did you like the meal? My wife is a very good cook,” Jeremy said.

”Yes, she's a very good cook.” Jeffery smiled weakly

Sherry poured water into each of their glasses and then collected the bowls and headed to the kitchen to clean them off.

Jeremy stared at Jeffery with sneering eyes, which made Jeffery restless. Before Jeremy could say something to mock him, his phone rang.

He reached for his phone in his bag. It was a text message from Sherry, which read, ”Don't cross the line, Jeremy.”

He placed the phone in his back pocket, and then got up and made his way to the kitchen.

Jeffery sighed in relief as he left.

Sherry scrubbed off the remaining traces of food on the bowls, her hands covered in soap bubbles. She kept her long black hair tied loosely and wore an apron that was tightly wrapped around her slim waist. Although her attire was plain, she still looked beautiful.

Too busy with the dishes, she didn't notice the man creeping up on her. She felt hands grasping her waist. She turned around and saw Jeremy's shadowy eyes.

”What are you doing here?” ”Where is Jeffery?” she asked. She rushed to the kitchen door.

From where she was standing, she couldn't see Jeffery.

”Why are you so nervous?” He spoke in a low voice.

”Well....” she stammered. ”Can you please let me go!” She tried to push him away, but her hands were slippery from the soap, making it hard to remove his grip.

”You came here just to meet him?”

”No, I did not!” She quickly washed her hands while his grip maintained on her waist. Her wet hands marked his chest as she tried to escape.

”Then why did you leave all of a sudden?” She could feel his body heat on her chest; it was as hot as an iron wall. He put his arms over her slender waist, and spoke in a low voice.

”I thought you wanted a divorce.” Her voice was gentle but strong. She looked away, avoiding his gaze.

He suddenly lifted his hand and held her chin. ”I know what you're trying to do. Now stop the excuses!” he said impatiently.

He saw through her and knew she was captivated by him. He knew she was trying to seduce him by playing hard to get.

”I'm not making up excuses.” She caught sight of the injury on his forehead. ”Did you remove the gauze?”

Jeremy had removed the gauze, and that part was red and swollen, which looked hilarious.

”Yes.” He wasn't bothered by her question. He leaned in closer to her and then started kissing her.

”Wait a minute ...” He continued to kiss her. She tried to push him away, but she was overpowered. His arms grasped her tightly, trapping her.

She didn't want to push his head for fear that she might inflict pain on the bare wound on his forehead.

”Don’t wait. I want it now,” he murmured.

Jeffery sat in the living room for a long time. He didn't see them come out of the kitchen but since he could hear them talking, he decided not to disturb.

Sherry felt very uncomfortable. Suddenly, she felt that her body was lifted up by him. Jeremy carried her in his arms and let her sit on the kitchen counter.

Jeremy lifted her up again to change the position, this time facing the door. She had gone numb and leaned on him; her cheeks were flushed cherry red and her lips swollen from his bites.

A satisfied smile appeared on Jeremy's face, which was reflected in Sherry's eyes. She felt extremely embarrassed. Biting her lips, she said, ”There is still someone outside. Please stop!”

Once she spoke, she noticed how rough and alluring her voice was.

She wondered if he acted this way because of Jeffery.

After he was done, he held her hair with his finger tips and twirled it around. ”Don't worry. I'll tell the poor boy he has no chance.”

Once she heard this, she came to her senses. She clenched her fists and started hitting his chest. ”I hate you! How could you do this? I hate you!”

She was tired of being humiliated by him like this.

He knew she was thinking about Jeffery, who was still outside.

”Why do you hate me?” He leaned in closer. ”Is it because of what I did?” he whispered in her ear with his charming and sexy voice.

Even if she tried to muffle the sound of her voice, it was still loud enough to be heard from the living room.