Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 314

Having to do the work herself made her annoyed.

"This was supposed to be Sherry's job! I'm not some housewife—I'm a young lady who's never lifted a finger for housework!"

Her first instinct was to make Sherry do it. She even planned to have Sherry clean the clothes she'd taken off today.

Even with a washing machine right there, she couldn't be bothered. She'd been waited on her whole life, and Sherry had waited on her the longest. Of course Sherry should handle this.

Before Cathy could finish her thought, Julia snatched the dishes back.

Cathy blinked, confused. Then she heard Julia's voice—she always sounded like a goddess—soft, untouchable, like some ethereal fairy.

But she didn't usually talk like that. Now she switched tone, all down-to-earth and coquettish. "Lucas, are you worried about me? Don't be. Washing a few dishes is nothing. I've done this plenty of times.

"You don't have to worry. I'm ready to be a good wife. I can handle all of this."

Lucas stood there, water glass in hand, watching her. "Then you can wash everything from now on."

Julia's expression flickered. But then a deeper meaning occurred to her.

Was he implying she could stay here forever? That she could be part of this household permanently?

Her heart leaned hard toward that interpretation.

"If that's what you want, I'd be happy to." Julia ducked her head, letting her ears flush a delicate pink. She knew how she looked—sexy, alluring, but with that touch of wifely devotion.

Men love nothing more than a gorgeous girl who pampers them at home, right?

Julia understood completely.

For all her fussiness about finding the strongest man, deep down she believed that once she married Lucas, she'd be that perfect wife.

He'd stand behind her, captivated by her beauty, unable to resist pulling her close.

He'd come to her constantly, touch her, hold her. That was happiness. Even washing dishes would feel sweet.

And that day was coming soon, wasn't it? Right now, Lucas was watching her. She was washing dishes for him.

He must be thinking: This is what a wife should feel like. He'd want to marry her, stay with her forever.

Otherwise, why would Lucas still be here? He'd have left long ago.

Julia was deep in her fantasy when Sherry came downstairs.

She came down with her glass, ready to wash it.

Julia reached for it. "As a member of this household, I'll take care of our guest's—"

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