Chapter 2 Uncanny Resemblance

The basin in Sheila's hands shook as her body trembled uncontrollably. If care wasn't taken, it was going to drop from her hands.

Memories of what happened that night flooded her head as she stared at this man in front of her. His violent grunts echoed in her head. The pain she felt before plagued her again.

It was almost as if she was reliving that torturous night just by the sight of him.

The female housekeeper, who was keeping an eye on Sheila as she did the chores, was also shocked to see Gerald. She hid the whip in her hand and scolded Sheila. "What are you waiting for? You should welcome this distinguished guest!"

Her roar jolted Sheila back to reality. She hurriedly put down the basin filled with plates and walked up to Gerald to welcome him.

In a fit of panic, she completely forgot that the floor had just been coated with wax oil. It was just too slippery. She was only a few meters away from Gerald when she slipped and fell into his arms.

The plates Winnie had ordered her to wash were extremely dirty, so when she packed some of them into the basin, one of her hands got stained. It landed on Gerald's expensive suit now!

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't intend to do that. Please allow me to wipe it clean." Sheila apologized fearfully.

"Fuck off!" Gerald's blue eyes flashed with anger. There was a deep frown on his face as he looked at the woman who was trying to wipe off the stain on his suit.

As far as he was concerned, Sheila had intentionally fallen into his arms and stained his suit. He felt like she was trying to seduce him. After all, many women had used the same technique on him since he was just a teenager. He hated such women with every fiber of his being!

Time was precious to Gerald. He didn't have any time for frivolities, so he didn't hesitate to push this woman away.

"Ah!" Sheila screamed as she fell to the slippery floor with a thud. The force was so strong that it made her glasses fall off too.

Gerald had just bypassed her when he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes narrowed after he caught sight of her face.

He felt that she looked too similar to "Winnie" from that night.

"What's wrong with you, Sheila? Get up from there!" The housekeeper shouted at Sheila again. She then picked a handkerchief and came to Gerald. "Welcome to the Newell family's villa, Mr. Lamont. I'm so sorry that Mr. Newell's adopted daughter, Sheila did this to you. She's such a clumsy and stupid girl. Please wipe your suit clean with this handkerchief."

Sheila looked up only to find Gerald glaring at her. Goosebumps appeared on her skin and she felt so hot. The places where he had touched two nights ago were burning at this time.

With her heart beating fast, she lowered her head and began to look for her glasses to avoid his gaze. She took them and tried to leave immediately.

"Not so fast, young woman!" Gerald's commanding voice halted Sheila in her tracks. He bypassed the housekeeper, who was still holding the handkerchief, and walked to Sheila. He then ordered coldly, "Raise your head."

Sheila bit her tongue, not knowing what to do now. Winnie had told her not to look Gerald in the eye. Her body shook uncontrollably. She tightened her grip on the glasses that she just picked.

In a flash, she put them on and plastered a calm expression on her face. She then looked up at Gerald with a stiff smile.

The feigned look on her face didn't make any difference. Her trembling body gave her away. Even a blind man could see that she was panicking. Gerald squinted his eyes at her. They were filled with suspicion.

Who on earth was this woman? Why the hell did she seem so familiar to him? Have they met before?

Several unanswered questions swirled in Gerald's mind. He took a step closer to Sheila and reached out his hand, intending to take off her glasses.

A shiver ran down Sheila's spine at this moment. Her heart was in her mouth. Her eyes swept through the living room as she thought of the perfect way to escape. All of a sudden, a shy voice came from the stairway. "You are here, Gerald!"

Gerald looked in the direction that this voice came. Winnie was in a fiery red dress. She was descending the stairs, arm in arm with her mother Miranda Newell. Enoch Newell, her father was walking beside them too.

At the sight of them, Sheila held her chest and heaved a sigh of relief. She then turned around and left quietly. She feared that Winnie would tear her to pieces later on if she continued to stay here.

Enoch was the first to descend the stairs. He walked up to Gerald, gave him a handshake, and bowed. "Good day, Mr. Lamont. It's my pleasure to have you in my home. I'm sorry for not coming early enough to welcome you. You are here to..."

"I'm here to discuss mine and Winnie's engagement." Gerald interrupted him and looked at Winnie.

It was then he remembered Sheila. He turned back, intending to compare their faces on the spot.

But to his surprise, the woman who was previously on the floor had disappeared.

Huh? Where did she go? Gerald looked around the living room for her.