Chapter 1796

Sherry had forgotten that the man had OCD. Ten years ago, when she lived with him in a cheap apartment, the man bought three pairs of socks for ten dollars and washed them before he wore them. Annoyed, Sherry asked, “Then, what do you want?” “I don’t know. What do you suggest?” Sherry bolted up to him, glared at him, and said, “If you don’t come up with a way, you are sleeping outside tonight!” John pursed his lips. “Fine with me.” He then walked past her and headed to the door. As he moved past her, Sherry saw the scar on his back. He had recovered from the stab, but it left a scar on his body. Her heart clenched all of a sudden. “Hold on!” He stopped and turned around to her. “Come over here.” He returned. Sherry then opened the closet where she kept her pajamas. Other than sleeping dresses, she had some oversized pajamas as well. Even though they might not be suitable, he should be able to fit in them. Sherry pointed at her pajamas. “See if you can fit in any