Chapter 807: Chapter 807

When Sherry woke up, she found herself in a room covered with a quilt.

There was a downpour outside the window.

She rubbed her forehead, lifted the quilt, and got off the bed.

It was midnight. All the guests and the motel owner had slept. Daniel was drinking in the living room downstairs.

Sherry walked over. “Hasn’t the car been repaired yet?”

Daniel held the glass and looked back at her. “You are awake.”

Sherry nodded, sitting down next to him.

Daniel said, “It’s raining cats and dogs outside. They will come over tomorrow. Let’s sleep here tonight.”

Sherry hummed. She had napped for a while, and they couldn't leave now. She had to agree.

Probably it was because she had just gotten up, and it was raining outside. Sherry shivered.

“Do you feel cold?”

Sherry rubbed her nose. “Not really.”

Daniel picked up a clean wine glass and asked, “Have a drink?”

Sherry licked her lips.

She had been taking the herb soup recently, so she hadn’t drunk for a long time.

However, she didn’t bring the herb soup to London, so she could drink alcohol.

She adjusted her pose and said, “Sure.”

She’s in a motel abroad. It seemed like the right time and the right place to have a drink.

Daniel poured some liquor into the glass and pushed it to her.

Sherry took a sip. It was a bit spicy.

Daniel withdrew his gaze, raised his head, and gulped his liquor down. “You can’t drink too much. This liquor is quite strong. You’ll get drunk.”

Sherry curled her lips. He only gave her a little, evidently looking down upon her.

She gulped down the rest, picked up the bottle, and poured some more into her glass.

Daniel looked at her. His lips parted, and he wanted to speak, but he didn’t. Supporting his head with a hand on the table, he stared at her in silence.

Time passed by. Neither talked but only drank.

The orange droplight swayed in the wind, drawing shadows on the wall.

The light in the motel was tender and quiet, as if this building was sleeping soundly.

Sherry liked drinking for fun, so she was good at it.

She also knew when she would get drunk.

Hence, she put down her glass when feeling a bit dizzy. Leaning against the table, she stood up. “I... I’m going to bed now.”

However, as soon as she stood up, she staggered.

The liquor was indeed strong.

Daniel grabbed her arm. “Can you still walk?”

Probably it was because Sherry became bold after drinking. She retorted with a blushed face, “Of... Of course. I can walk a straight line.”

Daniel was speechless.

He believed that she was very drunk.

He followed her to stand up. “I’ll walk you back to the room.”

Sherry pushed him away gently. Supporting herself up at the table, she stammered, “No, thanks. I can walk myself.”

Daniel didn’t insist and just followed beside her. While she staggered, he helped her up.

Sherry walked to the second floor in difficulty relying on her last bit of willpower.

However, after she arrived, she was confused while holding the wall.

She wondered whether she should turn left or right.

What was the room number?

She heard Daniel’s voice. “206.”

Sherry muttered the number and staggered forward while looking for it.

Then she clung to a door, narrowed her eyes, and muttered, “206...” She wanted to turn the doorknob.

Suddenly, her hand was grabbed.

Daniel looked at her. “This is 203.”

Sherry widened her eyes to identify it. It seemed so...

Daniel pulled her hand, turned around, and walked a few steps before opening another door.

As soon as she reached the bed, Sherry lay down.

She was supposed to fall asleep immediately, but there was a man in her room, so surprisingly, she was pretty sober right now.

She heard his footsteps getting close to her and stopped nearby the bed.

Then the room quieted down.

Sherry suddenly sat up and looked at the man sitting on the sofa. She asked, “Why don’t you leave?”

Daniel said, “Haven’t I told you? This is the last room available.”

Sherry was speechless.

She couldn’t be too picky under such a circumstance. She couldn’t get up and go sleep in the living room.

She didn’t want to aggrieve herself.

Sherry hummed, lay back down, covered herself with the quilt, and fell asleep.

The alcohol had numbed her brain.

Daniel lay on the sofa with his arms under his head. Listening to the rain outside, he was lost in thought.

After a long while, he hears some sounds from the bed.

Daniel looked over, only to find Sherry was sitting on the bed.

He asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”

Sherry said huskily, “I’m thirsty.”

Daniel got up. “Wait. I’ll get some water from downstairs.”

Sherry was silent. She sat there in a daze.

After five minutes, Daniel came back. Sherry was sitting on the carpet and hugging her knees while sobbing.

His heart tightened. He walked over and squatted down next to her. “What’s wrong, Sherry?” he asked.

Sherry didn’t answer, crying louder.

Daniel put the water aside, grabbed her shoulders, and asked, “Sherry, do you not feel well?”

Sherry punched his chest while weeping.

She kept hitting him as if she was venting her anger, but it didn’t hurt.

She said in sobs, “My baby... is... gone...”

This was the first time Daniel saw her crying for the baby. He felt bitter.

Holding her gently in his arms, he swallowed and said hoarsely, “I’m sorry.”

Sherry was crying sadly, “Your apology is useless...”

“I shouldn’t have left you when you needed me the most,” Daniel held her tightly and muttered, “It’s all my fault.”

Sherry just cried and cried, sounding more and more heartbroken, aggrieved, and miserable.

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After a long time, Sherry finally calmed down. She sat there, drooping her head.

Daniel wiped her tears off with a tissue and gave her a glass of water. “You are thirsty, aren’t you?”

Sherry took the water over in silence, raised her head, and drank it.

Daniel took over the empty glass. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Do you hate me?”

Sherry shook her head. What for?

“Then... Why do you dislike me?” he asked.

Holding her knees, she answered in such a quiet voice that was almost drown by the sound of rain, “I don’t dislike you. I just don’t want to see you...

As soon as I see you, I can’t help loving you. But you don’t love me.”

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