He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 313: Washing Dishes

Julia had spent ages thinking it over, and she'd finally landed on an explanation—Sherry was the reason Lucas kept targeting her.

"We're done eating."

Julia had just finished a long, elaborate explanation of her innocence. Sherry's response? She leaned against Lucas, patting her stomach. "I'm so full. Gonna gain weight now."

"Good. You need it. You're too thin." Lucas had heard Sherry's story—how Wendy's "medicine" had wrecked her health. "Stop pretending to be noble. I see exactly who you are through your sister. Sherry's condition is your family's doing."

He looked directly at Julia. "Since you and your sister are so close, you won't mind paying her debts, right?"

Pay for that idiot's mistakes?

The smile froze on Julia's face.

"Guess that was all talk." Lucas' expression said he understood perfectly.

Julia fell completely speechless, her mouth twitching for a moment. She decided to just take it as doing a good deed—after all, Wendy had indirectly completed her task.

"I'm not two-faced. I mean what I say. You've just been misunderstanding me all along."

Lucas slid the dirty dishes across the table toward her. "Then you can clean up. Consider it atonement."

Julia stared at him in disbelief. "I clean up?"

She hadn't eaten a single bite. And now she had to clean up the table for Sherry?

How could Sherry be so shameless? With her status, she wasn't even qualified to cook for Julia.

"I'd be happy to, of course. But I'm sure Ms. Campbell has some decency. She wouldn't actually let me—"

Sherry patted her shoulder, mimicking her tone perfectly. "Remember to wash by hand. Lucas doesn't like dishwashers."

Julia nearly smashed the dishes over Sherry's head.

This bitch. Not only making her clean up, but making her hand-wash them specifically?

Her hands were precious. Sherry's rough, working-class hands were meant for this.

But Lucas was watching. Julia swallowed her rage and forced a smile. "To show my sincerity, let me walk you downstairs and get you some water."

No way Sherry was staying in Lucas' room!

She wouldn't give them a single moment alone.

"Thanks, but I have juice." Sherry held up the drink Lucas had made, lounging elegantly like she owned the place.

She looked like Mrs. Harrison. And Julia? Julia looked like the maid, serving them both.

"You can go now. I'm going to have my drink and get ready for bed. Unless you want to join me?"

Sherry was sleeping here?!

Julia's voice shot up an octave. "Sherry, no offense, but you're going too far! You're not even divorced yet, and you're sleeping in Lucas' room? In his bed? Have you no shame? What will people say when they find out?!"

Julia was cracking. That man was hers. No one else could touch him.

Sherry propped her chin on her hand. "How did you know this was Lucas' room? Been snooping around already?"

Julia froze. Looking around, she realized—everything in the room was feminine now.

Lucas had switched rooms with Sherry?

"Don't look at me like that. I was just familiarizing myself with the place. I'm going to be Lucas' fiancée anyway. So what if I looked?"

Lucas had stepped out. Julia dropped the pretense, her voice turning sharp.

But if they'd swapped rooms, they weren't sleeping together. She grabbed the dishes and headed downstairs.

She shoved open Cathy's door. "Wash these. And make sure they're clean."

Her usual honeyed tone was gone.

"Did Sherry do something to you? Don't worry, she's no match for you. She's pathetic—all she can do is run her mouth now."

Pathetic.

That's what made Julia angrier. Someone so pathetic kept winning, making her look incapable.

Cathy hated washing dishes too.

Back in the day, Sherry did it all. One look from Cathy, and Sherry would scramble to the sink.

Sherry was never home back then. Whenever Cathy ate at the house, Sherry was the perfect maid.

Before, there was a maid. Later, there was Sherry. And lately, they'd just been ordering takeout.