I am a Second Female Lead novel Chapter 4

After changing. She went toward her mirror and put her makeup on. Sheri looked at all those makeup things she has, and she finds they are like the same that she used and besides she has the memory of the owner of the body.

The owner of the body is good at putting her makeup, so it becomes natural for Sheri to put a simple and yet elegant makeup. She habitually emphasizes every outstanding feature in her face. No wonder so many men fascinated by her. She is definitely a beauty. One thing that Sheri appreciates with the owner of the body is she doesn't exaggerate her make up. She does her make up in a way that only accentuates what she already has. Sheri in her past life she was excessive when putting a makeup. It's like another face that was put in her face. It does look beautiful but it makes her look like a different person.

"Knock, knock." A knock from her door snaps her from her thought.

"Come in," Sheri said.

The maid walked inside Sheri's room. She never raises her face to see at her lady. She nearly stuttered when she started talking.

"Madam, Sir is waiting for you." The maid said.

Sheri glans at the frightened maid and looked at her trembling hands again. This time she frowns. The whole day 3 maids came into her room and were all trembling of the site of her.

"How bad does the owner of the body treat her attendants, that even a servant allegedly starts to shudder whenever they saw her." Sheri thought to her self.

"Alright, I'm coming," Sheri said.

After sprinkling her perfume, she bitterly regretted it. The overpowering scent is terribly strong unlike what she properly used in her old life. Luckily, she just sprinkles in her wrist. She instantly runs toward the washroom and wipes it and just sprays an on the air and passed over it. She did just to not be out of character.

The innocent maid is waiting attentively at the door. She notices the change of aura in her madam.

The whole day according to her colleague they felt like there is something amiss with her madam. She shuts herself in her room the whole day. She never calls out at her or one of her colleagues, and she never even tries to find any fault toward her. Most of the time she will just shout at her out of nothing. In the present circumstances, she emits an aura that is a sympathetic and kind madam. After thinking too much she came to a conclusion she might be paranoid about wanting this madam of her to be nice and good toward her and those people who served her.

On the other side

Sheri grabs her channel clutch, her phone, her small makeup and even she makes certain she has her own bank card just for possible emergencies and put them inside her clutch After a double check on her attires and shoes, she walked out from her room and stride toward the entrance.

The maid didn't elevate her head to see Sheri. Sheri also has been silent the whole time, she is yet thinking about her mission and her old life.

She leisurely walked toward the grand foyer, causing her self to be familiarized with her surroundings. At the door, parked a black tinted Mercedes car. The Driver is standing respectfully at one of the side doors waiting politely for her. She walked slowly toward him, and the chauffeur gently opens the door and went in. When she went in. She looked up and looked at her husband sitting at ease while looking thoughtfully at the official document in his hand. He takes a quick look at her and went back to what he is doing.

She nearly falls over the moment she saw him. She was dreadfully shocked, a violent burst of painful images appear inside her head, a violent chill run through her spine, a familiar feeling of fear burst in her chest. She winced and gripped her trembling hands. He looked like Eric but not Eric. They have the same chiseled body, nut-brown hair, a tall nose, and sharply define features. Eric's eyes were a light brown while this man's eye is a black, Eric has a curly hair, Henry has an arranged hair, Eric doesn't wear eyeglasses, this guy does. But after carefully observing she calms down. He is not Eric perhaps they are splitting images when it comes to body feature but the rest is not.

"Looked enough?" his cold voice ring.

Sheri felt terribly embarrassed, her blood rush in her face, she immediately turns her face and looked toward the visible window.

She felt so stupid and ashamed at the same time.

Unknown to her Henry's lips went upwards. After 20 minutes of driving, they arrive at the Bacht Mansion. A well-designed European mansion. For Sheri, this luxurious place is not new to her. Even the personal wealth that the body she possesses is not new to her.