Chapter 3 She Looks Way Better

Sheila didn't dare to look up. Her heart banged against her chest wildly and she had to bite her lower lip to keep herself from crying out.

The next second, her chin was grabbed and she had no choice but to raise her head.

In that moment, Gerald's eyes met hers.

He stared at her face, studying every inch of it. In his hazy memory, the woman he had slept with last night had also looked at him with such frightened eyes.

She was so shy and cute, like a small animal, which made Gerald want to protect her for some reason.

Suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed through Gerald's eyes. How could this woman look so much like Winnie? "Who are you?"

The well-tailored suit the man was wearing outlined his profile so well, which made him look noble and domineering. Sheila looked up at his handsome, cold face. Memories from the previous night whirled in her head, making her break out in cold sweat.

She winced and apologized, "I'm sorry for bumping into you..."

Only then did Gerald realize that he was holding Sheila so tightly that the woman was probably in pain. He immediately let go of her, but he couldn't tear his scrutinizing gaze off her.

Sheila felt a shiver run down her spine. What kind of man was he?

Just then, a young man's voice came from behind Gerald.

"Why are there always women throwing themselves at you?" Gerald's younger brother, Herbert Lamont, teased playfully, winking at Gerald mischievously.

"I'll settle accounts with you when we get back. For now, just shut up." Gerald cast a sidelong glance at Herbert. Seeing that Herbert stuck out his tongue and didn't seem to care at all about his warning, Gerald glared at him threateningly.

The man's magnetic voice reminded Sheila of their crazy night together. She lowered her head again, not wanting to meet his gaze.

Just as she was thinking about running away, the sound of high-heels clattering against the floor echoed across the corridor.

"What's taking you so long?!" Winnie's shrill voice came from behind Sheila.

Sheila winced in fear. She fiddled with the corner of her T-shirt nervously.

"Did you get my lipstick yet? You-" Winnie wanted to curse Sheila harshly, but when she rounded the corner, she found that Gerald was also there. She was so startled that she stopped abruptly mid-sentence.

Gerald glanced at her indifferently. He felt a little dissatisfied with her behavior just now.

Winnie immediately put on a flattering smile and asked in a much softer voice, "Gerald, why didn't you come in yet?"

"I am going in," Gerald replied simply.

Although Gerald was talking to Winnie, his eyes were still fixated on Sheila.

Sheila and Winnie looked similar, and it was more obvious when they stood side by side.

What was the relationship between the two women?

Seeing this, Winnie almost couldn't keep up her gentle facade anymore.

Was this bitch trying to steal Gerald?

Winnie panicked. She slipped her arm around Sheila's and smiled. "Gerald, meet my younger sister. We look like each other, don't we?"

Gerald nodded. "I suppose so."

Gritting her teeth, Winnie pretended to be close to Sheila. "We're very close, ever since childhood. She always said that she wanted to look more like me, so she even had a plastic surgery as soon as she graduated from high school."

What Herbert hated most was hypocritical women. Hearing what Winnie said, he looked Winnie up and down in disgust and snorted. "Really?" I think she looks way better than you."