She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 116

At the Indigo Tower.

Hilda was painting.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Hilda turned and saw Harrell Judson.

He stood there, looking like he had rushed all the way back.

Hilda put down her brush and asked softly, "Weren't you in Havenworth City?"

Old Mr. Judson had some business in Havenworth City a few days ago, and Harrell had returned home. He wasn't scheduled to be back in Alpha City for another week. Why was he suddenly here now?

Harrell slowly walked toward her.

He stopped right in front of Hilda.

Staring straight at her, before she could say another word, he gently placed his hand on her lower abdomen. It was an overstepping, highly inappropriate gesture, but he did it anyway. "Why didn't you tell him you're pregnant? Why are you letting him run off with that Lovell woman? Why did you agree to the divorce?"

Hilda was deeply surprised.

How did he know she was pregnant?

Harrell spoke in a low voice. "I saw you experiencing morning sickness a few days ago."

He wasn't born yesterday.

Plenty of women in his family had been pregnant.

He cared about her.

It only took a second to figure it out.

Hilda offered a bleak smile—

"Harrell, deciding to divorce wasn't up to me."

"I only found out about the baby after the divorce was decided."

"But even if I had known beforehand, it wouldn't have changed the outcome. I'm going to have this baby and raise it well. I love my child, and that has nothing to do with how things ended with Luther. I've long since made peace with all of this. Being divorced doesn't matter much anymore. When I think about it, it actually brings me a sense of peace and freedom. I never have to guess where he is anymore. I never have to wait up for him to come home."

With that, Hilda gave a relieved, faint smile.

Harrell watched her quietly.

Then, very slowly, he pulled her into an embrace.

Hilda tried to struggle.

But Harrell was strong.

She couldn't break free.

Just then, June clumsily pushed the door open. "Director Cassidy, Ms. Lovell from Aegis wants to meet with The Bibliophile. What should I tell her?"

The next second, June froze.

She stared blankly at Hilda and Harrell.

Why was Mr. Judson hugging the Director?

Were they dating?

June immediately covered her face. "I didn't see anything."

Harrell released Hilda and frowned. "Tell her The Bibliophile doesn't take meetings."

June quickly promised, "Understood, Mr. Judson. I'll go decline it right now. Also, I won't leak Director Cassidy's identity, and I certainly won't say a word about..."

Harrell frowned slightly.

…

In the evening.

Luther took his private elevator down to the ground floor.

—How could Luther not realize it now?

Harrell had feelings for Hilda.

He liked his wife.

Luther almost laughed.

So this was it.

And to think he had been worried about Soren Sutton.

His biggest rival had been right beside him all along.

It was his own cousin.

—Harrell had hidden it incredibly well.

Always so attentive to Hilda, offering to drive her everywhere. To think he harbored such intentions all along. But what about Hilda? Did she know he liked her, or had she known from the very beginning and thoroughly enjoyed the attention?

Luther felt a murderous rage boiling inside him.

He stared at Harrell, still finding it hard to process—

"Have you lost your goddamn mind?"

"Hilda is my wife."

Harrell's sneer deepened. "Not for much longer."

If Luther had been holding back earlier.

He certainly wasn't showing any mercy now.

He and Harrell brawled wildly.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was the one who didn't want Hilda anymore, that they were about to get a divorce. Yet here he was, fighting his own flesh and blood tooth and nail over her. If he actually took a moment to analyze himself, he would realize that this insane, possessive jealousy was, in fact, love.