She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 182

Hilda got back into the car.

The maternity nurse, tactful as always, kept her mouth shut.

She knew that the wealthy Mr. Sanford was her employer's ex-husband.

Word was that he was incredibly rich and devastatingly handsome, but far too much of a playboy.

Once settled in the seat, Hilda took Landon into her arms. She lowered her head and pressed a gentle kiss to her youngest son's forehead. As resolute as she was, the past still clung to her like suffocating vines. After so many years of entanglement, how could she truly be at peace? Especially since her split from Luther had been anything but amicable.

The infant was sweet and utterly carefree.

He smelled of warm milk and baby powder.

Hilda held him tightly.

The nurse didn't disturb her.

As a woman, she understood all too well.

The car was enveloped in a heavy silence.

Then, Hilda's phone rang. It was her mother, Gardenia. She called to tell her that Sylvan Cassidy had shown up at her place, and asked Hilda to come over when she had a moment.

Hilda knew exactly what Sylvan was after.

But it was inconvenient with the baby.

Besides, she was still recovering from childbirth.

Fortunately, Harrell had just finished his business for the day.

...

Gardenia had come to Alpha City with them this time.

She was still staying in that cozy little villa on the outskirts of town.

Sylvan Cassidy's arrival was quite the spectacle.

Gardenia had been out watering her flowers.

Four sleek black luxury RVs rolled up the driveway in a single file.

To those who knew them, it was an old married couple reuniting.

To anyone else, it looked like a grand marriage proposal.

Gardenia just stood in the sunlight, watching quietly.

Before stepping out of the car, Sylvan took a deep breath to mentally prepare himself.

He figured that if he lowered his pride to visit her, given her usual temperament, she would be overjoyed. He planned to sweet-talk her into coming home, coax the core formula out of her, and help Jolie weather her current storm. As for himself, well, it was a necessary sacrifice.

—Gardenia was always so easy to appease.

All he had to do was turn on the charm.

He had even dressed up specifically for the occasion.

He looked exceptionally sharp and robust today.

Gardenia, plagued by chronic illness, did look a bit older, but she was still beautiful. Her innate elegance was something that could never be erased.

She looked at Sylvan with perfect calm.

As if she were looking at a complete stranger.

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