She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 181

Luther Sanford was completely stunned.

He hadn't expected Hilda to be so blunt.

She said they had done it, multiple times. Was she also going to add that the experience was wonderful?

For a long time, Luther remained in absolute silence.

When he finally spoke, he completely ignored her last remark and brought up Summer Shaw instead. "The woman from that night, there's nothing going on between us. I just saw that she was struggling financially and decided to fund her, like you do with Naomi Zeller. We just grabbed a meal together occasionally. If you don't like it, I won't see her again. I'll cut off all contact."

Hilda looked at him with a faint, polite smile—

"I never knew you were so eloquent."

"Naomi and I don't have that kind of relationship."

"And Luther, honestly, if you have to explain your relationship with her to anyone, it should be Jolie. She is your wife, the one you owe an explanation to. As for us, we divorced a long time ago. I am Harrell's wife now. I have a family of my own, and it's highly inappropriate for me to stay tangled up with you. I hope this will be the last time we ever meet alone. A woman's reputation matters, and I don't want any unnecessary drama."

"That's all. I'll be leaving now."

Hilda picked up her handbag, ready to leave.

Before she could even stand, a heavy hand pinned hers down.

—It was Luther.

His face was perfectly calm. If you didn't look down, you would never guess how much crushing force he was using to keep her pinned. She tried to pull away, but the sheer difference in physical strength made it impossible for her to move an inch. Hilda stared at him, refusing to beg for mercy.

Luther stared right back.

He knew perfectly well that after today, it would be almost impossible to talk to her like this again.

To be alone with her like this.

She was Harrell's wife now.

She was Mrs. Judson.

She was right; she shouldn't be entangled with him anymore. Reputation mattered, and she had always carried herself with dignity.

—He only had his own blindness to blame.

His voice came out hoarse and strained. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had spent a long time wrestling with his pride before finally speaking from a place of vulnerability. This was incredibly rare for Luther. No woman had ever brought him to this point. Even knowing it was a lost cause, he still desperately needed to say it—to express his remorse and his love.

"The six months we lived together, Hilda."

"I wasn't unaffected."

"It wasn't just physical needs."

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