"You're okay?"

He ran his eyes around Sherry, as if he was sure of something.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to blackmail you and I'm just going to cover you with a blanket, I'm going to leave now."

"Go?"

Aaron's brow knitted.

When he heard her say the word now, he felt stifled and uncomfortable.

Aaron ordered coldly, "Here, pour me a glass of water."

Sherry turned around helplessly, he's a hard man to please!

But she poured him a cup of hot water anyway.

Looking at him leaning back on the couch, Sherry mentally despised herself.

What a disease from the last three years, used to being at his...