She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 102

Separated by a pane of windshield glass.

Hilda and Luther locked eyes.

It was too dark; they couldn't clearly see each other's expressions.

Harrell unbuckled his seatbelt, got out, and opened the door for Hilda.

Hilda looked up at Harrell as she stepped out, but after locking eyes for only a few seconds, Luther caught her slender wrist. He gently pulled her to his side, then came face to face with Harrell. Harrell smiled faintly, "I just gave her a ride to see a friend."

"What friend?"

Luther frowned slightly.

Harrell kept his faint smile. "You'll have to ask Hilda. It's a very important friend. They talked for a long time."

Anyone else wouldn't dare speak to Luther this way.

But Harrell was Luther's own cousin.

Luther ignored Harrell. After the car drove off, he snubbed out his cigarette with one hand, looked down, and asked Hilda, "Man or woman?"

Between truth and a lie, Hilda chose sarcasm: "Does it matter if it's a man or a woman?"

After speaking, she lightly pulled away from his grip and walked toward the elevators. But Luther caught her wrist again, dragging her toward a black Bentley nearby, stating briefly, "I talked to the doctor. You can be discharged. Lori will handle the paperwork tomorrow. We're going home tonight."

For some reason, Luther felt a sense of crisis.

Even though he didn't love Hilda and just wanted to live a normal life with her, he simply didn't like her slipping out of his control. He didn't like her meeting unknown friends. Once they were in the car and buckling up, he turned his head to look at her, his voice very light: "If you like socializing, I can take you. There's no need to go with Harrell... Was it a man or a woman?"

This was the second time he asked for a gender.

Hilda didn't use sarcasm this time.

Because she knew Luther's temper well.

She didn't want to ask for trouble.

"A woman."

As for anything else, she didn't want to say more.

Everything between her and Naomi was actually quite beautiful. She really liked Naomi and held hope for the future. But these things should have been shared with a close husband. Right now, Hilda had zero desire to share anything, because Luther wasn't a husband, just a temporary roommate.

Luther stared straight at her.

After a long moment, he leaned over and kissed her.

Hilda instinctively dodged.

The next second, the man grabbed the back of her neck. A forceful, brutal kiss descended upon her, as if he wouldn't be satisfied until he had ground open every pore on her body. The woman let out fragmented sounds, her hands balling into fists to hammer against his shoulders, wanting him to let her go. But Luther easily restrained her, pinning her hands high against the seatback, forcing her body to arch. Her chest heaved violently as she panted slightly, looking terribly compromised and even more alluring.

Luther's dark eyes were deep.

They were fully dyed with predatory aggression.

He slowly leaned in, rubbing the bridge of his nose against her cheek. As their skin touched, there was an inexplicable, intimate sensation. Having been intimate with him many times, Hilda had a feeling that Luther had been green at first, but once he let loose, he was very, very skilled at playing with a woman.

Just the touch of his face made it unbearable for her.

She turned her face away, her whole body trembling.

Luther lifted his face to look at her intently, the words spilling from his lips equally shameful—

"Do you like this?"

"I don't."

Yet the man reached out a finger and lightly traced her cheek.

He thought she shouldn't ask for too much.

But he never considered that what he gave wasn't what she wanted.

Love wasn't like this.

Marriage wasn't like this either.

Loyalty was certainly not like this.

...

Half an hour later.

The black Bentley drove back to the apartment.

As soon as they got home, Luther badgered Hilda into doing that thing.

The woman was lifted onto the entryway cabinet. He took off his coat and kissed her from above. The angle made the kiss extremely deep. Hilda couldn't take it, gripping his shirt fabric, leaving fine, fragmented scratches. Her voice was crushed to pieces: "Luther, I'm still sick, I can't..."

Luther paused slightly.

His dark eyes were stained with obvious masculine lust.

"Didn't you go out to meet a friend?"

"How come you can't when it comes to me?"

Hilda couldn't argue.

The man kissed her a while longer, carrying her into the study.

Normally, this was a serious place, but tonight he deliberately wanted to engage in steamy acts in a serious place. The woman couldn't push him away at all, and in the end, she could only half-heartedly comply.