He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 340: Two Dark Predators

Like Lucas, he had a dangerous aura—but in very different ways.

Lucas rarely spoke. His gaze was sharp, his deep eyes holding a quiet destruction that looked down on everything.

Sherry hadn't seen it at first, but people always said Lucas was like a destroyer. Most people were too scared to go near him.

Sherry saw care and sensitivity beneath his coldness. He noticed every shift in her mood. He could never be a real destroyer.

Not until she started watching him more closely.

Hector was different. He looked roguish and playful, but the darkness in his eyes was just as deep as Lucas'.

Sherry was dead sure he was scarier.

With Lucas, you felt afraid from the start and stayed away instinctively.

But with Hector, you were drawn to him. Then you were swallowed and destroyed.

He wasn't ridiculously stupid like Gilbert. He was a master at controlling hearts.

The kind that made people fall hopelessly.

Back in school, to avoid being beaten, Sherry learned to read people—students and adults alike.

She hadn't realized it then; she just felt when someone was dangerous and stayed away.

Hector was exactly that kind of person. And every time they met, Yelena...

Hector cut off her thoughts.

"You don't really think your friend is some brave warrior, do you?"

"Of course I do!" Sherry stood straight. "Because of my useless mother, I was bullied and isolated by everyone when I was little. Yelena gave me the courage to fight back!

"She was the fragile one, small and weak, but she refused to back down. She fought anyway."

And they won.

That was when she discovered she had a talent for fighting.

She'd run home happily to tell Claire, only to be screamed at and called a disgrace.

Later, when the Hunt family exempted her from all tuition, her mother added sweetly, "My child has a real talent for fighting."

Just like that.

Right. Yelena had given her so much courage. So how did she end up living like this?

She lost herself and became a housewife.

Hector leaned down and whispered into Yelena's ear.

"Is that really how it was? Were you really that brave...?"

Yelena suddenly grabbed Sherry's hand.

"Let's go somewhere else. I don't want to eat here anymore."

This wasn't like her at all. Hector was clearly here to provoke them.

Yelena's hand was shaking. "Please."

Sherry pulled her close right away.

In that moment, she couldn't understand why Yelena was retreating—fear? shame? something else? She couldn't read her emotion at all.

But then a sickly sweet, high-pitched voice cut through. "Hector."

Anne pressed herself against his chest, shattering the quiet fantasy of every woman watching.

Of course a man like him wouldn't go for some quiet, plain girl.

Any normal person would keep their distance from a woman like her.

Though Yelena had said they were divorced.

If Hector really wanted to pursue Sherry, he would have pushed Anne away.

Juan's eyes widened in disgust. This guy was pure trash.

Hector wrapped an arm around Anne's waist right in front of them. "Our Anne gets more beautiful every day."

Anne spoke even more boldly. "Isn't that thanks to you? But you already have me. Why go looking for other women? I'm jealous."

"It's not the same. The position of wife has to go to someone capable. She can't be some lovesick fool."

Anne pouted unhappily.

"But love... should go to someone who understands how to love. Especially on bed."

With Anne's expression, that line left a lot to the imagination.

"If you can't do either," he continued coldly, "then stay quiet and stop causing trouble. And don't blame other people when you mess up, acting like you're completely innocent."

His cruel, manipulative tone was classic emotional abuse—on par with Gilbert.

Smack!

A hard slap landed across his face.

Just like the powerful kick Sherry had delivered to Gilbert and Julia.

That kick had sent both flying.

She'd put all her weight into Gilbert.

Julia hadn't been able to find him because he'd gone to the hospital.

The spot she kicked was bruised so dark it almost looked black—and that was with Sherry unfed, thirsty, and injured.

That showed how brutal this slap was.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Anne's sweet expression vanished completely. She looked murderous, her voice terrifying.

"You bitch! How dare you hit Hector! I'll kill you!"