He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 417: A Hickey on Her Collarbone

Not one word of concern had come his way.

Instead, he'd accused her of being unable to manage the household, saying she should have warned him in advance. Now the money was all gone.

He'd held it against her for the longest time. It was ages before he finally apologized, claiming he'd been too embarrassed.

He'd felt like an incompetent man who couldn't even feed his own girlfriend. And that was that.

But looking back, his apology had only been to soothe his own wounded pride.

There'd been no real care for her at all.

Yet every little thing Julia did made Gilbert's heart ache. That was the difference between being loved and being ignored.

Lucas brushed her cheek with his long, defined fingers, and in his eyes, Sherry saw genuine concern.

It was as if he could see all her sorrow and helplessness without her saying a word.

He pulled her close. The size difference between them was stark, and in his arms, she felt utterly safe.

His hands rested gently on her head. "Do you remember what I keep telling you? Don't forget it."

Sherry did remember. Lucas never wasted words, especially not repeating the same thing over and over.

He pinched her cheek softly, his touch tender.

Water dripped from his hair, lending him a dangerous, irresistible air—not the cold superiority of a businessman, but the unyielding dominance of a man who took what he wanted.

Then he kissed her, leaving no room for refusal.

His deep eyes were sharp and hypnotic. The atmosphere between them shifted from quiet to smoldering. His crimson lips made him look like a vampire prince, dangerously charming.

If he wanted to drink blood, countless people would line up to offer theirs, even willing to die for him.

Sherry could barely believe this was the same Lucas she knew. He was impossible to resist.

His eyes were stunning, pulling her in. Even as part of her knew this was wrong, she couldn't stop—until a knock sounded at the door.

Sherry snapped back to her senses. She'd been completely spellbound by him, unable to fight back, completely seduced.

Before she could stand, he pulled her back down, letting out a low, husky groan.

The sound was overwhelmingly sensual, making her heart race and her cheeks burn.

A deep flush spread across her fair skin, turning her entire body pink.

Lucas ignored the person outside, holding her tightly and pressing a kiss to her collarbone.

This time, Sherry let out a soft whimper. It tickled, and the spot felt far too intimate.

But the walls were paper-thin.

Everyone outside must have heard everything clearly. The knocking grew louder, jolting them both back to reality.

"I'll get it."

Sherry couldn't face the mess they'd made. It had been far too long since she'd felt this way, and she'd almost lost control.

She fled to the door, relieved it was a woman outside, so she didn't bother changing. The knocking was so loud it felt like the door would break any second.

She was sure it would be Ivy—energetic, loud, the type to pound the door until it splintered.

Instead, it was Selena, who looked so delicate and soft-spoken that she seemed out of breath from just running over.

"So you were showering. I thought something had happened to you."

Her voice was gentle and elegant, but in the next moment, her gaze locked onto Sherry's collarbone.

Selena's beautiful eyes stared intently at the spot.

Sherry felt as if she were being pierced through, utterly exposed. "I... I'll change and be right out."

Selena continued to stare.

Sherry shut the door, confused. Is there something wrong with her?

By now, she was truly starving. She pulled Lucas up, though she could never have done it without his cooperation—he was far too large.

As she prepared to change, she saw it: a bright, obvious hickey on her collarbone.

"Lucas!"

She turned around to find he'd already slipped out.

Sherry chased after him. On the long dining table, a spread of her favorite dishes was already laid out: ribeye steak, truffle risotto, bellota ham, lobster tail...