Chapter 2 Her Sister's Fiancé

The second she left the hotel, Sheila rushed to the hospital to see whether the medical fees had really been paid. When that was settled, she returned home exhaustedly and went to the bathroom to take a shower as soon as possible.

She peeled her clothes off and stood naked in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Her neck and collarbone were covered in hickeys, which ran all the way down her belly.

With a heavy sigh, she turned on the shower and let the warm water slide down her bruised body. Soon, tears rolled down her cheeks, mingling with the droplets from the shower. Through gritted teeth, she scrubbed the marks on her body fiercely.

An hour later, Sheila walked out of the bathroom like a zombie. As she was drying her hair, she found that the star-shaped earring on her right ear was missing.

Panic ensued. As she racked her brains, she realized it was still on her ear when she went out last night. Could she have left it in the hotel?

Thinking of Winnie's warning, she quickly took off the remaining earring and slipped it into a small drawer in the dresser.

Then, her heart beating fast, she went to bed.

Sheila stared at the ceiling numbly. After what felt like an eternity, she finally closed her eyes, as though her soul had slowly left her body.

As long as she could forget that humiliating night, things would be fine. No one would know about it.

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Before she knew it, Sheila had fallen into a deep, restless sleep. When she woke up, she went downstairs and found Winnie standing in the living room impatiently. She was wearing an elegant suit and exquisite makeup.

"You're finally up! Go to Lisboa Hotel with us tonight," Winnie snorted coldly, her expression full of reluctance.

"Why?" Sheila was confused. The Lisboa Hotel was a famous seven-star hotel in Soulas. The Newell family had never taken her to such a place for dinner. What was going on?

"The Lamont family invited us. We're going to the Lisboa Hotel to discuss the engagement date between Winnie and the third son of the Lamont family. Go and get ready. We'll wait for you outside." Sheila's adoptive parents, Enoch Newell and Miranda Newell, came over. They looked very giddy and excited.

Engagement?

But before Sheila could respond, Winnie started dragging her back upstairs.

Sheila was inexplicably flustered. Biting her lower lip, she forced herself to calm down. "What's going on?"

Winnie looked back at Sheila and sneered, her eyes burning with jealousy.

Although the two girls had similar facial features, Winnie's beauty was far inferior to that of Sheila. In particular, Sheila's bright eyes were strikingly beautiful, and the mole at the corner of her eye gave her an even more irresistible charm.

Gnashing her teeth in hatred, Winnie took out a pair of thick black-framed glasses from her bag and shoved them into Sheila's palm. "Put these on. Take them off and I'll kill you."

Today was her time to shine, and Winnie wasn't about to let anyone take her spotlight away.

Sheila put the glasses on, lowered her head, and muttered, "Fine..."

Winnie raised Sheila's chin and looked her up and down contemptuously. When she was finally satisfied, she said loftily, "Don't forget that you're not an innocent little girl anymore, you slutty whore."

Hearing this, Sheila clenched her fists and her chest heaved violently. But when she thought about Ivan, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and bear the insult.

When they arrived at Lisboa Hotel, Enoch and his family headed to a luxurious private room on the second floor to wait for Gerald.

Before Sheila could take her seat, Winnie stopped her. Glancing at Sheila in disgust, Winnie ordered loudly, "I left my lipstick in the car. Go get it."

Sheila didn't dare to refuse. She scurried out of the room with her head down, fearing that Winnie would scold her again if she dilly-dallied.

The corridor was long and narrow. Sheila had to trot. As soon as she turned the corner, she bumped into a strong, broad chest, and her glasses fell.

Wincing, she looked up to apologize to the man when her breath caught in her throat.

It was him.

It was the man she had slept with the previous night.

The burning sensation swept over her body again, and every cell of her being was screaming.

Sheila quickly picked up the glasses and put them on, lowering her head and not daring to look at the man again.

Frowning, Gerald squinted at the woman in front of him. He felt that she was inexplicably familiar somehow.

"Look at me."