She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 110

By the time Luther rushed to the hospital.

Jolie's wounds had already been treated.

Her thin wrists were wrapped in a layer of bandages.

She sat on the bed in a silent daze.

Even when Luther walked in, she looked as if she had lost the will to live. She didn't speak or look up at him, as if all her life force was drained.

Luther felt a pang of ache in his heart. He walked over, squatted in front of her, and gently touched her wrist, his voice deep as water: "Why did you do this? Jolie, you've always been a free-spirited, radiant woman. Love isn't the only thing in life. You have a career; you can go further, can't you? I told you I'd give you everything I can. I won't forget the past; I won't forget how you saved me from the sea all those years ago."

The woman's eyelashes fluttered.

She slowly looked up at him: "Luther, do you truly love me, or is it just because I saved you that year?"

Luther couldn't answer.

Because it had been far too long.

And caught in between was his lust for Hilda.

The man separated love and sex very clearly.

But sometimes the boundary was so blurred.

Yet Luther knew he owed Jolie.

Seeing her like this broke his heart.

He normally hated women being clingy.

But out of guilt, he made an exception again and again. He gently touched her cheek, softly telling her this was the last time he would come over, asking her not to do anything foolish again. The woman's tears fell like pearls from a broken string, as she murmured, probing: "Are you going to be a loving husband with her?"

After a long pause, Luther said very lightly: "Perhaps."

The woman buried her face in his shoulder and cried her heart out.

It wasn't until the sky turned dark that Luther managed to get away.

Someone recognized Luther's identity and secretly took photos.

Luther saw it but didn't even want to stop it anymore.

In this moment, perhaps he had made his choice.

Not far away, Hilda stood holding her child, quietly watching the embracing man and woman.

Her husband and Jolie.

This scene overlapped with the one from years ago.

The only difference was that little Annie had been in her womb then.

Now she was five years old.

Yet Luther was still inextricably entangled with Jolie.