Her mobile phone lay beside her, but they couldn't unlock it and contact her family. So people called 911 and sent Sherry who was in a coma to the hospital.

When Sherry awakened, it was completely dark outside the window.

"You finally awakened."

When she woke up, the first thing she saw was a young nurse.

"If you don't wake up, I'll ask a doctor to give you a full medical check-up." Said the nurse.

Sherry propped up and sat by the bed, massaging her temples with fingers, recalling what happened before she was unconscious: "What has been happening to me?"

"Dizziness caused by hypoglycemia, but you are in a serious condition. You have been unconscious for several hours. If possible, you'd better have a full medical check-up tomorrow to see if there are any other problems."

She suffered from hypoglycemia when she was a student. Many thin girls get this disease more or less. When they squat down and get up suddenly, they go black and can't see anything.

She knew she had the disease. When she was a child, she was malnourished. Later...she started a business with Pacey; because of this, her diet was irregular, and her hypoglycemia was even more serious.

She thanked the nurse for her kindness and went home after paying the infusion fee.

Pacey didn't come back that night.

Sherry sent him a message, telling him not to work too late and have a good rest.

However, she didn't get his reply.

The next day was their third wedding anniversary.

Sherry received a call from one of her former subordinates, "GM Sherry..."

Sherry closed the book in her hand and smiled: "Adam, I am not GM anymore."

Adam Green: "...Sorry. How've you been recent?"

"Well, I'm fine. How are things going with your work? After two years, your voice sounds much more sedate, and you are no longer so reckless as you used to be."

Adam smiled when they mentioned the past, but that's exactly why he's making this call today.

"Without the support of you, I would not be me today. Everyone misses you very much." His words are full of gratitude and...sorry.

Many older employees felt that the Group when Sherry was still there was the real Sherry-Grant Group. The Group has been changed since Sherry left. Now, Pacey decides everything on his own without listing to the employee's suggestions.

Sherry shook her head. She never took credit.

Adam paused and tried to bring the topic to Pacey: "After you resigned, Pacey took full charge of Sherry-Grant Group and engage in a lot more social activities. Some time ago, there was...... a woman. As you know...... Pacey is a young and rich man. Sherry, you should pay more attention to him."

He has made her words clear enough. If he didn't really appreciate her kindness, he wouldn't be involved in this trouble. After all, everyone knew that outsiders should keep away from other people's family affairs, otherwise they would end up in an awkward situation.

Sherry paused for a second and said, "He is not that kind of person."

He said that she is his only love in the world.

What's more, at the beginning of their start-up, there was a daughter of a real estate tycoon like Pacey. Everyone knew that this was a good opportunity, but Pacey refused her.

Sherry met that girl. She was a young, beautiful, knowledgeable, and elegant girl from a decent family.

When Pacey had nothing, he would rather work to death for the business than break up with Sherry and marry the daughter of the real estate tycoon. Now that the Group was thriving and they had achieved financial success, how could Sherry believe that Pacey cheated on her?

Her words made Adam silent for a long time. He suddenly wondered if he should not have called her in the first place.

Sherry wasn't in charge of the business anymore and enjoyed being a housewife. In her eyes, Pacey was always the young man she loved. Wasn't it cruel of him to try to debunk this illusion?

"Sherry..."

When Adam was about to talk to her again, a hand grabbed him from his back and hanged up his phone.

Adam turned around and saw the face clearly. His complexion changed, "Pacey."

Pacey looked at him coldly, and smiled at him, "Who are you talking to?"

Adam didn't dare to tell him the truth. Everyone in the company knew that after Sherry left, the first order Pacey made was to prohibit anyone from bothering her with the company business.

He said he didn't want Sherry to worry about the business, but employees had speculated already that he wanted to completely cut off the connection between Sherry and the group.

After all...

As one of the founders, Sherry had an appeal no less than Pacey.

But how could a group have two big bosses?

When the news of Sherry's resignation was released, the employees were in an uproar. Sherry was the first one who stood out to appease them. She, still as gorgeous as ever, smiled and said: "I'm just a little tired over the years and want to return to the family to enjoy peace and happiness. The future of the group will rely on you all. I believe you won't let me down..."

She was always gentle and comforting, except when negotiating.

Adam didn't say anything. Pacey took the phone, which had not been locked, and looked at the call log. "Adam, you've worked here for a long time. Do you need me to teach you the rules?"

Adam bowed and apologized: "Sorry, Pacey."

Pacey looked at him with his deep eyes. It was a long time before he spoke: "What did you say to her?"

He didn't speak. Adam didn't dare to straighten his back or look up without Pacey's agreement. He said: "Just, just greetings. Sherry was kind to me. I haven't seen her for a long time, so I called her and send my regards."

A suspicious person like Pacey won't believe Adam, of course. But he still said: "You should congratulate yourself on being appreciated by her."

Pacey turned to leave when he threw the cell phone at Adam.

After he took four or five steps, Adam straightened up his back and raised his head. He looked at Pacey's back with a complex expression: That's all?

Pacey would let him go just because he was the employee that Sherry appreciated?

In the past two years, Pacey's mind was more and more difficult to fathom.

Laneshire.

After the call hung up, Sherry received an SMS from Adam that he had an urgent thing to deal with and would call her later.

Sherry read the SMS but didn't take it seriously.

After taking a nap, her mind was in a trance. To clear her mind, she went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water. However, when she opened her eyes, she saw the red blood in the washbasin.

She found her nose bleeding.

She took out one piece of tissue and press her nose with her head down. It bled for two or three minutes before stopping.

She called Pacey and asked him if he could come back earlier today. Pacey said he would come back as soon as possible.

After hesitating for a few minutes, Sherry called the wedding photo studio. "My husband is not available. Please cancel the reservation for me."

The store manager reconfirmed with her that the deposit would not be refunded, because they canceled at the last minute.

Sherry smiled and said, "OK."

After she resigned, he always seemed to be very busy and came back home later and later. Sometimes he even didn't come back at all.

His "as soon as possible" had already become a substitute for "will come back today". It was not that Sherry didn't suspect Pacey had other women behind her back.

But he said his only love was her.

He looked into her eyes and spoke to her so seriously. How could Sherry doubt him?

"Hey, you little bookworm, kick the ball over."

Sherry prepared several dishes in the evening and set up candles on the table. As the minutes ticked by, she fall asleep on the sofa.

In her dream, under the shade tree on the campus, a young man with a ruffian smile deliberately kicked the ball to the position where she read. Facing the wind, he winked with his attractive eyes and called her "little bookworm!".

In the summer of the second year of senior high school, the sun was scorching and the wind was blowing through the trees.

She was a quiet girl. Although she looks pure and attractive, she is an unwelcome slow starter who wasn't willing to communicate with others. She always sat in a quiet corner, reading a book.

He was an unruly schoolboy. He studied well but also fought with others. With a good-looking face, he was welcomed by girls and had great appeal.

"Hey, what's your problem? How did Sherry annoy you? You've kicked the ball to her three times."

"Pacey, you want to draw Sherry's attention, but she always ignores you. Haha..."

"Lol, you're correct."

Teenagers at that age always had a desire to spy on ambiguous feelings.

The crowd finally shut up when Pacey flexed his wrist, waved his hand, and pretended to attack them.

However, he still needed the ball back.

In crooked school uniform, with his hand in his pocket, he kicked stones on the ground and went straight to Sherry sitting on the bench. The football was not far from her, but she didn't even look at it.

She didn't lift her head until a shadow came down on her and her book, blowing up the sun.

Unexpectedly, his face with a ruffian smile appeared in her eyes: "You despise me, don't you?"

He had a fight yesterday, leaving a wound on his face, but it didn't weaken his handsomeness.

"You're obstructing my reading." She said.

Her voice, as pure and gentle as her appearance, tickled his ears, and his heart.

This feeling arose from the first time he heard her reciting a high-grade essay in the class when he transferred to this school.

"Sherry, we were in the same class, and you wouldn't even help me to pick up a ball. Did I offend you, or do you despise me?" He didn't move away but stepped forward again. She sat there and his calf touched her knee.

Sherry looked at him, then the ball. She closed her book and said, "I picked it up for you once in PE class last month. Since then, you kicked the ball to me every PE lesson. The goal is nearly 500 meters away from me. You, who broke the goal record of school, should be a good shooter. So, I think you are disturbing me on purpose."

As if she was afraid he hadn't understood, or that she hadn't expressed herself clearly enough, she repeated, "You're deliberately asking me to pick up the ball for you...and I refuse."

Pacey wanted to laugh but held back as he listened to her rambling analysis and conclusion. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Well done." He bent his back, with his eyes fixed straight on her, and grinned gangly, "How about, you analyze again why I did what I did?"

He leaned to her that he breathed on her face. Sherry was a little uncomfortable. She frowned and turned away: "You stink."

Pacey: "..."

"Oops", "Haha..."

"It's god damn hilarious. Haha..." The others laugh at him.

They had been playing ball for almost a lesson, and, in such a hot summer. It was very normal that they were sweating and smelled bad. Boys wouldn't feel any dis-comfortable with each other. But now, Pacey, the notorious bully of the school, was disliked by the compliant girl of the class who was known to be gentle and never fight with anyone and even spoke in a soft voice!!!

It was enough to make them laugh for a whole year.

Pacey was angry. He threatened them sinisterly, "Is, that, funny?!"

Crowd: "..." It was funny. But they dare not to admit it.

Midnight. Laneshire.

As soon as Pacey came home, he saw the dim light in the dining room.

On the table, there were some covered meals, and Sherry lay on the sofa, already asleep. Beside her was a packaging bag, on which was her beautiful writing: Happy third anniversary, Pacey.

Pacey was suddenly stunned. He recalled that she had been so inarticulate in the last two days.

He sat beside the sofa and looked at her curled eyelashes, running his long fingers across her cheek, lingering briefly on it before moving his fingertips to her lips.

His fingertips brushed against her soft lips, pressing them and brushing again.

He bent down and covered her mouth with his thin lips, tossing and lingering.