He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 415: Sherry Is Going to Be My Girlfriend

Leo made the same gesture.

"Losing my own things is fine, but I can't lose Sherry's."

Ivy couldn't believe her ears and rubbed them. "My god. It must be the heat. I'm hallucinating. I never thought I'd live to hear the great Mr. Harrison being so gentle and thoughtful toward a woman."

She stared at Sherry in disbelief. "Did you threaten him? That doesn't make sense either..."

Sherry shook her head in confusion.

Leo noticed something even more off. "You two only have one suitcase? Did you pack your things together? Oh my god!"

Everyone's face froze in shock.

Ivy suddenly pressed a hand to her forehead. "We promised to stay calm, remember? Maybe this suitcase only has Sherry's things."

That had to be it. He was only holding it because it was hers, not his own.

"Stop guessing. There are my things in here too. Sherry is going to be my girlfriend."

"Going to be? Why going to be? Wait—" Ivy gaped at Lucas. "You have a girlfriend? Wait, no—going to be means she isn't your girlfriend yet.

"So I still have a chance! But why bring her here if she's only going to be your girlfriend later?"

The sudden news had completely scrambled her brain.

Lucas cut straight through their wild speculations. "Because she isn't divorced yet."

Ivy's jaw dropped. She trembled and pointed at Lucas.

"No wonder you never cared about any of us! You... you like married women!"

She burst into loud, dramatic tears on the spot, sobbing as if her heart was broken.

Even more absurdly, Lucas didn't spare her a single glance. Instead, he gently tucked a stray hair behind Sherry's ear.

"Are you tired? Settle in, and I'll run you a hot bath. Then we'll go get something to eat."

Sherry was utterly stunned. What the heck does that mean—does this girl also like Lucas? And she is that blunt about it?

But Lucas ignored Ivy's breakdown entirely and led Sherry inside.

He even unpacked for her and drew a warm bath. Sherry went in, still dazed, and washed up.

When she came out, she saw Lucas getting ready to use the same bathwater she'd just soaked in.

When she watched him start to undress, she almost turned away, but...

She couldn't help looking.

Married life had long stripped her of the shyness of a young girl.

Still, something felt strange. Everyone had mentioned his obsessive cleanliness—even Max and Juan had said so.

But Sherry had never seen any sign of it from him.

He even ate food she'd already half-finished without hesitation. He was nothing like a man with OCD.

"You should use fresh water," Sherry stammered out.

Back when she was with Gilbert, she'd once suggested they share a bath. It didn't seem strange—they were married, after all.

It was late, and waiting for one to finish would have taken forever.

But Gilbert had refused flat-out, sneering, "Sherry, are you that desperate to have a baby to secure your position?

"I told you I'm too young to be tied down by kids."

The irony was bitter. Half a year later, Julia brought him to an interview. Someone asked if he preferred a quiet life for two or a child as the fruit of their love. The question was clearly teasing.

In a lot of people's eyes, Gilbert and Sherry didn't match, and they didn't have a kid.

No one even mentioned he was already married. Everyone just assumed his first crush had returned from abroad.

The two of them looked like the leads of some romance novel—perfect together, the kind of pair people envied. Naturally, the question came up.

And Gilbert, who'd just told her he didn't want children, replied smoothly, "If I marry the woman I love, of course I want our child as soon as possible. A simple, happy family of three—that's true happiness."

That quote went viral. Sherry saw it everywhere.

Everyone called him a wonderful man, a high-powered businessman who still craved a simple life. Anyone married to him must be so lucky.

The meaning was crystal clear.