Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 300

Julia flinched, then masked that flash of shock with a smirk. "What could I possibly do to him? I don't kiss dead men.

"Lucas is fully awake.

"He kissed me back. You heard everything through that wall, didn't you? Lucas noticed me years ago. My beauty was seared into his memory back then."

She leaned in, whispering, "He was super passionate just now. Want me to describe everywhere he touched?"

Sherry snapped.

She pinched Julia hard and grabbed at her mouth, nearly tearing it off. "You lying bitch. Lucas would never touch you. He'd never kiss something as filthy as you!"

He did kiss her—and he was smooth, almost took her apart piece by piece and swallowed her whole. If Sherry hadn't barged in, the two of them would've been one by now.

She knew few women could rival her skills at seduction—and Lucas wasn't immune.

But she couldn't say any of that. Sherry was practically tearing her lips off.

Then the beating began.

Everyone in the hallway sobered up fast. That voice—it was definitely Sherry.

"Holy shit, it is Sherry!"

"Holy shit, Sherry's beating up the other woman!"

"Holy shit, Sherry's beating up the other woman for the boss!"

The chorus of exclamations overlapped.

Every new revelation shocked them more.

Until Julia was a mess on the floor, someone stumbled out of the room.

The room was bathed in that cheap, sultry red glow.

A face showed, vaguely.

Was that really Lucas?

Sherry's grip loosened. She'd imagined every scenario—either Julia was lying, or Lucas was unconscious.

But the eyes, the outline—that was Lucas.

Sherry swayed, barely noticeable. Julia seized the moment, scrambling behind him, tears flowing convincingly.

"Lucas, she attacked me! She's just an assistant, but she acts like she owns the place. Look at her, delusional enough to think she could be Mrs. Harrison."

She snuggled into his chest. "I'm the one who truly loves you."

Sherry stared at the man before her, her fists clenched.

They were worlds apart in looks. Even the thick foundation couldn't hide the age difference.

Like bad drywall. You could see the cracks and the rough, aged skin underneath.

"Aw, sweetheart, looking at me so tenderly? You enjoyed it, didn't you? My room's on the 11th floor. Want to continue?"

"Ugh!" Julia couldn't hold it any longer and started throwing up.

Then someone stepped out from Sherry's room—Long legs, perfect face, like a painting come to life.

Standing there, he was nothing like his uncle.

Even Sherry rubbed her eyes. She'd been so caught up in the moment, she'd misread it too.

Julia retched, but nothing came up.

She'd been ready for tonight—starving herself, determined not to let a food baby ruin her silhouette.

She staggered, trying to fall into Lucas' arms.

Lucas was faster. He saw it coming and stepped forward—away from her.

Julia scraped against the wall, barely catching herself before she hit the carpet.