She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 104

Hilda looked up and saw him.

Luther walked over and gently touched her face: "What are you so happy about?"

Hilda smiled faintly: "My mother is coming back."

She genuinely thanked him.

Even if it was a transaction, Hilda was still grateful to him for this.

Luther gently stroked her chin, "It's just a small matter."

To him, it was indeed a small matter.

Not worth mentioning.

But Hilda was obviously quite happy. Looking at that face elegant as a lone orchid, the thin flesh of her cheeks, delicate and porcelain white, Luther birthed a hint of wicked intent. He grabbed her hair, stroking it gently, his dark eyes gradually deepening.

Hilda didn't pay attention at first.

But she was a woman, after all.

Soon, she understood Luther's meaning.

Her cheeks burned. She found an excuse to get out of bed, saying she was going to wash up, but as soon as she stepped into the bathroom, the man followed. He snatched the toothbrush from her hand, put it back, and stared intently at her through the mirror: "Brush it later."

Hilda: ...

A long time later.

Luther leaned against the vanity watching Hilda wash up.

She seemed to care quite a bit.

She spent at least five minutes just brushing her teeth.

While she was washing her face, Luther slowly spoke: "The Century Villa is ready. We'll have people move our things over in the next few days. When your mother returns, she can live there with us, so it'll be easier for you to take care of her."

Hilda nodded and gave a soft "mm".

Then she looked at herself in the mirror.

Marrying Luther, having children, and bringing her mother out.

These were all her youthful dreams.

Now, they had all come true.

Yet she couldn't seem to feel happy.

In fact, she felt a vague sense of unease.

...

It was more than enough for her retirement.

Even though the Sanford family was wealthy, Gardenia came from a prestigious background and had her own pride.

Luther didn't quite agree.

But Hilda understood her mother. After asking for the location—a twenty-minute drive from the Century Villa, making visits very convenient—she quickly agreed.

In the end, Luther yielded to Hilda.

He drove Gardenia to the small suburban house.

Originally there were two caregivers.

He additionally arranged for two medical staff, making the living arrangements excellent. The environment was also very quiet, perfect for retirement. After lunch, with a single look from Luther, Lori stepped forward and asked quietly: "Should I purchase this house?"

Truly worthy of being the chief secretary.

The worm in her boss's stomach.

Luther didn't speak, just gave her a look.

By the afternoon, Lori had it done.

Since Gardenia needed to rest and recover from jet lag, Luther took Hilda and little Annie back to the Century Villa after lunch. They had just moved in yesterday. It was an even more luxurious villa than the Silverlake Villa—an ivory-white, European-style manor with a total footprint of two thousand square meters.