Chapter 1682

Chapter 1682

Sherry’s expression turned cold. “I’m not hungry.”

John was the one who bought dinner, so she did not want to have any of that.

Sherry put the fork down and walked over to Caprice.

The atmosphere turned awkward instantly.

John frowned as he watched Sherry walk over. He, too, put down the fork and spoon.

Caprice crawled up the couch with the phone. The girl was still young and watching the phone too closely would harm her eyes.

Sherry sat beside her, carried her onto her lap, and said, “Caprice, I'll watch it with you.”

Caprice hummed a reply.

Sherry held the phone so that the girl would lean on her comfortably.

Two hours passed. Caprice got sleepy and started to doze off in her mother’s arms, so Sherry quickly brought the girl to the

room. She then came back out and brought the pink box in.

She had found the pink box when she woke up earlier. John must have sent it over while she was having a nap with Caprice.

The pink box had all of Caprice’s clothes and necessities.

Sherry gave Caprice a bath, changed her into some cotton pajamas and tucked her into bed.

The girl fell asleep as soon as she lay on the bed.

Sherry sighed delightfully.

It was then that her stomach started growling in hunger. She was already starving when she bathed Caprice, and all she wanted

to do now was to have something to eat.

She wanted to order supper after chasing John out of the house.

However, when she opened the door, she saw John leaning by the door frame. His deep and gentle gaze stared at her. “Is

Caprice asleep?”

Sherry took a few steps away to draw distance from the man. She hummed coldly and then said, “You can go back now.”

He curled his lips. “I ordered supper for you. It’s still hot. Have some.”

Sherry was slightly surprised. She noticed the table had been cleaned of dinner, and there was a bowl of hot soup and some

snacks ready. Her stomach growled in, an untimely manner.

Sherry gulped her embarrassment and said, “I’m not hungry. I’m going to bed. Please leave.”

John stood still and smiled at her. “I'll leave when you finish.”

Sherry glared at him. “Master Stockton, this is my house. You are not welcome here. Please leave.”

John smiled. “Okay. I'll leave when you finish.”

“I'm not having it!” Sherry cried. She believed the man knew why she refused to have any of the food he ordered. When she was

imprisoned, she had gotten so hungry that she had stolen leftovers from the bodyguards and even tried to eat grass from the

lawn.

The man, however, told the bodyguards to not leave any food behind and mowed the lawn clean.

Now the man wanted her to have supper?

Fuck him!

The longer Sherry looked at him, the angrier she got. If it was not for Caprice, she would never have let the man step into her

apartment.

John frowned. “Sherry-”

“DON’T CALL MY NAME!” Sherry bellowed angrily, her eyes bloodshot. “Get the hell out of my house!”

John pursed his lips in silence. He turned around and walked out of the house. The door was shut, leaving the entire apartment

in silence.

Sherry leaned against the wall to rest her eyes for a moment. Then, she grabbed her phone and ordered takeaway.

The fragrance from the soup and snacks tickled her senses.

She gulped nervously and threw all the soup and snacks into the sink and the trash.

The night was quiet.

Outside Sherry’s apartment was an MPV parked by the road. The man sat in the rear seat alone, his eyes glued to the entrance

of the building.

Awhile later, he saw a deliveryman in uniform carrying some takeaway bags into the building.

His expression changed.