Chapter 512 Breakfast
As soon as Matthew heard that, he spun around to stop her from entering. But Sherry had already slipped into the foyer.
Matthew put one hand on his hip and pointed at the still-open door with the other. "Sherry, don't make me repeat myself. Get out, now!"
This damn Sherry living here was killing his appetite and his interest in bringing beautiful women home.
What a joke! If she stayed, how was he supposed to have any fun with other women?
Sherry looked at his angry face, pouted, and slowly crouched down next to her suitcase.
Matthew continued to shout, "Sherry! Are you playing games? Are you planning to stay here and not leave? I'm warning you, this is trespassing! Do you believe I'll call the cops and have you arrested?"
Sherry slowly lifted her head and looked at him, her face covered in tears.
Matthew was taken aback again.
"Sherry! What are you doing? What did I do to make you cry like this? I'm warning you, I have cameras in the house. You can't frame me!"
Sherry lowered her head, hugged her knees, and buried her face in them. Her shoulders trembled slightly.
Matthew heard her sobbing. His anger dissipated, and he gently closed the door.
Sherry was still crying.
Matthew walked over to her, frowning, and poked her shoulder with his finger. "Sherry, you can't just sit here crying without saying anything. I don't know what's going on! Speak up! Who bullied you?"
Sherry looked up, her face still wet with tears. She looked incredibly pitiful.
She hesitated and then said softly, "Matthew, I'm pregnant."
Matthew was shocked for the third time that night.
He started shouting again.
He stared at Sherry on the floor, struggling to find his words. "Sherry, I didn't do anything to you! Just because we ate at the same table doesn't mean you could be pregnant with my child!"
Seeing his panicked expression, Sherry was sure he had no memory of that night.
For some reason, even though she had prepared herself, his reaction still made her feel a bit disappointed.
"I didn't say it was your child."
Matthew let out a huge sigh of relief and wiped his forehead. "That's good, that's good. I was really afraid you'd pin it on me."
He grabbed a pack of tissues from the shelf in the foyer and handed it to her.
Sherry took them, wiped her tears expressionlessly, and stood up with the help of her suitcase.
"Matthew, I want to ask if I can stay here. I've thought about it. As a single woman, living in that apartment is really unsafe. These past few nights, strangers have been following me. I'm scared and don't know who to turn to. I thought of you. I feel safer staying here. So I came."
Matthew frowned. "If you're scared, you should call the police. Why come to me?"
Sherry looked at him accusingly. "I'm beautiful and have a great figure. There are creeps following me every day. Should I call the police every day? Matthew, how can you be so heartless?"
Matthew was taken aback by her question.
Sherry was already heading up the stairs. "My room's still on the second floor, right? You haven't rented it out to anyone else, have you?"
Matthew didn't stop her. He was now deeply questioning himself, 'Is this really my fault?'
The next morning, Matthew finished washing up and was drawn to the dining table by the smell of food.
He looked at the lavish breakfast in front of him, hardly believing his eyes. "Did you buy this? You're this diligent?"
Sherry slowly shook her head.
Matthew chuckled, sat down, and picked up a spoon. "I knew it. You're not that diligent."
He took a sip of the soup. "But I think I forgot to call the housekeeper to make breakfast today."
He smacked his lips. "This soup is really good."
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and looked at Sherry with wide eyes. "If the housekeeper didn't make it, and you didn't buy it, then..."
Sherry pulled out a chair and sat down, unabashedly taking the soup spoon. "Yep, I made it."
Matthew still couldn't believe it. "You can cook?"
Sherry calmly ate her breakfast. "What's so great about cooking? I could cook before I was ten."
Matthew continued to taste the other dishes, nodding as he ate. "Good, not bad at all. Sherry, I didn't know you had this talent!"
"Do you want to eat my cooking every day?"
Matthew's mind immediately went on high alert. He moved his chair a bit further from Sherry.
"Sherry, I'm warning you. Just because you can cook doesn't mean you can trap me. I don't want to take responsibility for your baby!"
Sherry's face turned cold. "What are you thinking? I was going to say, I'll cook for you every day, but you have to buy the groceries! When I have time, I can help with the cleaning too. That way, you won't need a housekeeper."
Matthew pouted. "You're that nice?"
Sherry didn't bother to look at him. "So, I won't be living here for free. I'll do the housework to offset the rent. Deal?"
Matthew thought for a moment and agreed. "Deal!"
It wasn't that he couldn't afford a housekeeper or the rent.
He just thought Sherry's cooking really suited his taste.
If he could come home to her cooking every day and have her do the housework, that sounded pretty good.
But then he thought of something else. "Wait a minute! Sherry, why don't you go to the baby's father? Is he married?"
Sherry looked at him calmly. "No, he's single."
Matthew nodded. "So why don't you go to him?"
Sherry stood up and started clearing the dishes. "I'm afraid he'll force me to have an abortion."
Matthew naturally helped her carry the remaining dishes to the kitchen. "He's that cruel? It's a life, after all."
Sherry put the dishes in the dishwasher. "Yeah. So, I'm going to have the baby."
Matthew handed her a plate. "You're planning to raise the baby alone? You don't want to marry him?"
Sherry pushed the dishwasher closed. "Of course not. I would never get married. Men are all the same."
As a man, Matthew quietly touched his nose.
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