She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 103

After the storm of passion subsided.

Luther lay over Hilda's thin back.

His eyes were slightly moist.

Feeling ashamed, Hilda sighed softly, "Why bother."

Why bother provoking her when he still loved Jolie.

But these words couldn't be spoken aloud.

Thunder rumbled outside.

A sudden downpour hit the glass.

Crisp and dense.

Hilda was still held in the man's arms, almost suffocating. His neck was hot against hers, indistinguishable whether it was the man's sweat or tears. She only knew the phone next to them was lighting up, showing an incoming call from Jolie.

Hilda suddenly pushed Luther away forcefully.

Ignoring her current state, she ran to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Sure enough, there was a red sports car downstairs.

It was Jolie's car.

A figure stood in the rain holding an umbrella. Who knew how long she had been standing there; even through the rain, one could feel the sorrow.

Hilda grabbed the white dress shirt draped on her.

It was Luther's shirt.

Suddenly, she understood.

Jolie's car had been following them the whole time.

From downstairs, she could see their reflection on the glass.

Luther did it on purpose to make her give up.

A chill swept over her, but Hilda couldn't even muster the energy to be angry. She just slowly turned her head to look at Luther. He offered no explanation, just casually wiped his body, walked toward the bedroom's en-suite bathroom, slammed the door shut, and washed up.

Hilda remained standing by the window.

The glass reflected her compromised body.

Her legs kept trembling; she couldn't even stand steady.

—Luther was truly an expert at hurting people.

Luther never went downstairs.

The rain poured in torrents.

Jolie just stood in the rain.

This was the first time he had treated her so heartlessly.

Late at night, Luther sat in the study, slowly smoking a cigarette.

Pale blue smoke rose, blurring his face.

The phone on the coffee table rang time and time again.

He neither answered nor hung up.

The caller ID showed her mother, Gardenia.

Hilda quickly answered the phone—

Gardenia told her the doctor said she could return to the country.

She said she missed little Annie very much and wanted to take advantage of this time to see her grandchild more.

Hilda gripped the phone, her lips trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down instantly.

She emphatically said yes, saying she would personally bring her mother back.

Gardenia smiled: "No need to go through all that trouble. Luther has arranged everything. The private jet in three days will have two accompanying doctors. Just focus on your own things. Once I'm in Alpha City, we mother and daughter can have a good chat."

This time, returning to the country meant there was one more thing to handle.

—She was going to divorce Sylvan.

This matter had been delayed for far too long.

After Hilda hung up the phone.

She knelt on the bed, biting her lip, a smile blooming on her face.

Luther stood at the doorway watching her.

He rarely saw Hilda so relaxed.

His gaze drifted downward, landing on those tender legs, and he couldn't help but loosen his tie.

He found himself wanting her again.