Man, what's wrong with you?

Chapter 29 Sleeping In The Lounge

Sherry and Chester had already been chatting for a while and still, the client hadn't replied yet. When they had finished eating the roast chicken, they started drinking beer.

Chester had brought several cans of beer and he quickly went through all of them as he started talking about his college days.

"I heard you were quite popular back in the day. The professors said you were very popular with the girls. Everyone wanted to date you. You were practically everyone's dream guy!" Sherry's cheeks were already flushing as she was already a bit drunk.

Chester could see that. Still, he gazed at her with a smile on his face.

This was a completely different from Sherry from how she normally acted.

"Are you saying that you had a crush on me during that time?" he asked with a smile.

Stunned for a moment, Sherry shook her head. Then she said frankly, "No, I liked someone else back then."

Chester raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised at Sherry's honesty. "Really? Who did you like back then? Who could you possibly have a crush on?"

Sherry narrowed her eyes and smiled. She put her index finger against her lips and whispered, "That's a secret."

After she spoke, she raised her head and downed a big gulp of beer. Then she clicked her tongue as if to say that she wanted more.

The beer he had brought was imported and it tasted very good. However, Sherry couldn't drink much as she didn't really want to get drunk again.

As Chester looked at Sherry, he couldn't help but wonder to himself if Sherry was the type to get crazy whenever she got drunk. He didn't really like taking care of people like that.

Still, he didn't stop her from drinking more. Sherry was already tongue-tied just from finishing her first can. By the time she had finished drinking her second, she was already leaning on the table.

"Sherry," he called softly.

She merely mumbled in response, still not budging.

As Sherry lay her head on the table, her hair fell consequently covering her entire face. Chester then reached out to lift her hair away from her face, showing her lovely face.

Staring at her for a while, he suddenly stood up.

Upon checking, he saw that there was still no new e-mail—the client still hadn't responded. He then turned off the computer and bent down to pick up Sherry.

It was already 11 at night. He had gotten her address from her resume but he didn't want to drive her home.

So he went up to the elevator to take her to the lounge behind his office.

Suddenly, Sherry groaned, giving a loud burp. Chester merely smiled to himself upon hearing this. She was so different to how she normally acted.

"You said it yourself. I've already signed my name..." she said in a daze.

After a few moments of silence, Chester asked, "What did you just say?"

"Don't, don't leave me. I can change myself for you..."

He fixed his gaze on her face.

She pouted her lips, looking upset.

What was going on? Who was she dreaming about? Even in her dream, she was begging this person not to leave.

He grabbed a blanket to cover her with. As he was placing the blanket on her, he caught sight of a shallow cut on her wrist.

Did she cut her wrist before?

He squinted slightly as he looked at her wrist in disbelief. Was she okay?

He had to get to know her more as he didn't want anything happening to his employees, most especially Sherry.

He sighed as he turned off the lights and left.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly through the window as it reflected on the marble floors.

At that moment, Jeremy was sitting across from Chester.

They were both big names in the industry so along with competing with each other, they often worked together too. Since they were classmates before, Jeremy's first choice of collaboration was SZ Advertising Company. Surely, it was also because that the company had great reputation in the industry.

Together with Jeremy and Chester were the other executives of both companies.

"I read the terms of the contract and it stated that your company would like to be exempted from any responsibility and obligation. Does your company want to transfer all the potential risk to us?"

The man sitting next to Jeremy was in his 50s. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a nice suit, and a pair of leather shoes. As he spoke, his eyes gleamed and his voice was lively. It was hard to believe that he was already in his 50s.

"It's force majeure," Chester said with a smile. "How can you say that?"

With a slight smile on his face, Jeremy threw the contract in his hand into the middle of the table and said, "Then please show us your sincerity or we'll stop working with you!"

Chester kept quiet. Meanwhile, the creative director, Langston Liang, had glanced at the contract and said with a smile, "Last night, Mr. Ou suddenly made a series of rather demanding requirements. Needless to say, we were caught off guard. We still need to prepare for these new demands but we are more than ready to work with you. Mr. Ou, we'd like to ask that you think this over again."

Jeremy hadn't taken his gaze off Chester. He was extremely upset about the fact that Chester was with Sherry. This was what motivated him to suddenly change the terms of the contract.

In the lounge.

As soon as Sherry turned over, the sun hit her face. She used her hands to cover her eyes and it took her a while before she was finally able to fully open her eyes.

As the sun broke through the clouds, the building shone brightly.

It was already morning and she suddenly remembered that she had been waiting for her client's response.

Sherry sat up abruptly and ruffled her disheveled hair. The blanket fell on the floor as soon as she stood up. She had no idea where she was.

She kept recalling what had happened the previous night.

All she knew was that her head was throbbing but she still couldn't recall what had happened. It seemed as if she had sent an e-mail to a client and had been waiting for the response.

She then remembered that Chester had brought beer and roast chicken for her.

She remembered eating the entire chicken and getting drunk.

Why didn't she control herself? She wasn't even that close to Chester. How could she have gotten drunk in front of him?

Sherry sighed upon this realization. She looked around and noticed that almost everything was in black and white. Even the file cabinets were black. She had no idea where she was.

Barefoot, she walked towards the door and opened it.

The first thing she saw was a group of men in suits having a meeting. They were all looking at her as it seemed that she had interrupted their meeting.

She didn't know why she couldn't hear them from outside. If she had, she wouldn't have opened the door in the first place.

"Mr., Mr. Gu," she stammered. She couldn't believe that she would see the last person she wanted to see right now. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jeremy was sitting not too far from her too. He was wearing a white shirt and a blue tie. She still remembered buying that tie for him before.

Suddenly, Jeremy didn't look surprised anymore. Instead, he seemed angry. The coldness in his eyes was undeniable.

He felt as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest.

That damn woman! She didn't come home the previous night and when he called her, she didn't answer. He was up all night worrying about her!

He couldn't believe that Sherry was here right now in her disheveled hair and rumpled clothes. Her cheeks were flushed and she was acting innocent as if she was frightened.

She'd better have a good explanation for all of this or she was in big trouble.

Upon seeing all of this, Chester then calmly stood up from his seat and said diplomatically, "Could everyone wait for a moment please?"

He then walked past everyone as he approached Sherry, lowering his head to look at her chest area.

Sherry followed his eyes and looked at her chest, only to find that her top was unbuttoned leaving a part of her skin exposed.

She blushed in embarrassment as she quickly buttoned up her shirt, her hands trembling. "I'm sorry, Mr. Gu. I didn't know you were here."

Chester took off his coat and put it on her. He said in a low but gentle voice, "We're having a meeting. Come back later."

"Got it." She then gathered her hair in a pony tail hurriedly.

Needless to say, everyone was taken aback at how Chester had behaved.

"The toiletries are in the right washroom. Clean yourself up," he added.

"All right," she answered in a low voice.

Since he was so tall, he had blocked Sherry from everyone else's view. Thus, the rest of the men in the room could only hear them talking.

"Go back inside," Chester said.

Sherry was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself in it. She quickly turned around and went back inside the lounge, closing the door behind her.

"Mr. Gu, who was that lady?" someone asked.

Only two men in the room knew who Sherry was and that was Jeremy and Barry. As Barry glanced at Jeremy, he knew how difficult his situation must be right now.

Chester smiled apologetically. It wasn't surprising at all that he was quite popular with women.

"Sorry for the interruption. Let's continue." Chester returned to his seat and glanced at Jeremy from the corner of his eye.

Jeremy had kept his composure which led Chester to assume that he didn't care.

Jeremy was a playboy by heart. He was acting as if nothing had happened even though deep inside, he was hoping that Sherry wouldn't fall in love with Chester.

Leaning against the door, Sherry clutched her chest and took a deep breath.

Her heart sank when she saw the look on Jeremy's face.

The anger in Jeremy's eyes were obvious. She was terrified to see his burning anger.

"What do I tell him?" She stood in front of the mirror in the washroom and looked at herself. Her cheeks were flushed and her clothes were disheveled. It looked as if she had slept with Chester.

Everyone in the conference room must have been thinking the same thing—including Jeremy.

Even if Jeremy had thought so, would he think how he had cheated on her on more than one occasion?

Sherry widened her eyes as her mind raced. She decided that she was going to be honest with him no matter what.

Suddenly, she heard the door opening.