She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 150

The rest area was burning with passion.

It was their first time exploring each other's bodies.

Naturally, it was highly stimulating.

The woman was seductive, the man was intensely masculine.

But after several failed attempts, the man rolled over, panting heavily. Disbelief and humiliation swam in his eyes. He couldn't give her pleasure; he simply couldn't perform.

The air in the room shifted, thick with a subtle tension.

Jolie had been wild in her past and was used to getting exactly what she wanted in bed. Being left hanging like this was driving her crazy.

She cupped his face and kissed him, trying to spark his masculine instincts. Luther half-heartedly went along with it for a few moments, but it was no use. He still couldn't do it. It was a miserable experience for both the man and the woman.

Luther pushed himself up.

With his shirt hanging open, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, pulled one out, and slowly took a drag.

The woman plastered herself against his chest, looking every bit the enchanting seductress.

She had seen Luther's ferocious side before.

She assumed he was just tired and that a short break would fix it. She still wanted to have sex with him.

But the man was in a foul mood.

Because he couldn't perform.

He knew exactly what she wanted, and he knew she wanted to keep trying, but he had zero interest and zero mood for it. With a single sentence, he dismissed her: "Sorry, Jolie. I'm just not in the zone today."

Jolie froze.

She knew how to read the room.

He was very clearly kicking her out.

After they had mapped each other's bodies and kissed so passionately, Luther was telling her to leave?

She was incredibly unwilling, but she wasn't Mrs. Sanford yet, so she still had to play the obedient role. She offered an understanding smile and nodded. "Then I'll get back to work? Luther, dinner tonight? Yorick Lynn has asked several times now. It's not good to keep turning him down, right?"

Luther flicked his cigarette ash sideways, his tone flat. "Push it to Saturday."

Jolie smiled and got dressed.

Once the woman was gone.

Luther sat with his cigarette pinched between his fingers, his gaze drifting toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. One hand absently brushed against the silk pillowcase. He had made love to Hilda on this exact bed. She had brought little Annie here to wait for him to finish work so they could grab dinner. That day, she had worn a stunning dress, and the sight of her had instantly turned him on. While Annie was left with Lori, he had pinned Hilda against the glass and taken her so ruthlessly her voice had gone hoarse begging him to stop.

Just thinking about it now aroused him.

Luther frowned slightly.

After a long while, he crushed the cigarette and walked into the bathroom to handle it himself.

...

At four in the afternoon, Luther received a phone call.

It was from one of the maids at the villa.

The maid informed him there was a delivery at the house. "It looks like a batch of clothes the Madam pre-ordered for you from the AUS boutique. But the Madam only paid the deposit, so there's still a balance of hundreds of thousands left to pay. Sir, do you still want these clothes? If not, I can tell the staff to cancel the order and take them back."

—He had no idea when Hilda had ordered them for him.

He picked up a bag. Inside was a light blue dress shirt; the one he had bought last time was wearing out, so she had replaced it for him. There were also matching ties, tie clips, and more—every single detail accounted for. The man couldn't help but remember his time married to her. Hilda had truly taken phenomenal care of him. She managed his daily life with meticulous attention to detail. Living with her was genuinely effortless.

Men were always like this.

They only remembered the good parts once they had lost it.

Luther stared in silence for a very long time before finally signing the invoice.

Long after the staff left, he remained seated on the sofa, quiet and still. Outside, the sky was growing dark. His phone rang—it was Jolie calling, but he had no desire to answer it. He thought of Hilda and the kids. He decided it was time to go see little Annie.

It had been far too long.

Luther drove himself.

Sitting in the driver's seat, his fingers lightly traced the steering wheel. He wanted to sit down and have a real conversation with Hilda. In truth, when he was blindingly angry that day, he hadn't planned on leaving her with absolutely nothing. They had been husband and wife, after all. Even if she made a mistake, he still wanted to ensure she had a stable future.

The luxury black car tore down the street.

Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up outside the apartment building where Hilda was renting.

The man got out, stepped into the elevator, and rode it straight to her floor.

He rang the doorbell, but there was no sound inside.

He figured maybe Hilda just hadn't heard it.

He pressed it a few more times, but still, no one came to the door.

Luther eventually resorted to pounding on the door and calling her name. The neighbor from across the hall cracked their door open and looked Luther up and down. "Stop knocking! That family moved out last week. Had a moving company and everything."