She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 201

In The Cerulean.

Luther Sanford remained seated in his chair. Behind him hung the painting, *First Love*.

He had won tonight. He had successfully gotten Hilda back. She would be divorced soon and would return to his side, yet his heart was far from satisfied. He knew clearly that Harrell Judson was deeply rooted in her heart, someone she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Whether Harrell lived or died.

She would always worry about that man.

She had even left her son with Harrell.

The man's handsome features blended into the dark night.

Suppressed, profound.

Suddenly, he reached out and violently yanked the tablecloth.

Expensive silverware and exquisite food crashed to the floor.

Just like his meticulously prepared evening.

—Ruthlessly trampled by Hilda.

Seeing his fury, the manager didn't dare approach. In the end, Lori had to clean up the mess.

When Lori arrived, the man was wiping his hands with a napkin, his tone light and indifferent. "Take the painting down and hang it back in my office. Is the Silverlake Villa ready? Hilda and I will be moving in within a week."

Lori smiled.

"It's ready, Mr. Sanford."

"I inspected it a few days ago."

"The style is exactly what Hilda likes."

"In addition, the walk-in closets in the master bedroom and the children's room have been fully stocked with her favorite brands, along with suitable clothes for Annie. I'm sure it will be very comfortable once you move in."

Luther's eyes were dark.

He didn't reply and simply walked out.

Lori let out a long sigh of relief, unable to stop herself from complaining inwardly: *He got the person back, but Mr. Sanford still looks unhappy. Forcing it doesn't make it sweet, but it quenches the thirst. He looks so sexually frustrated, he must have been holding it in for too long.*

Lori thought of Summer Shaw. That girl had clung to him for a while before giving up.

...

Luther drove alone to the Silverlake Villa.

Why choose this place?

First, it was his and Hilda's marital home.

Second, he had slept with Jolie Lovell at the Century Villa.

He would never let Hilda lie on that bed again.

Late at night, the black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove into the villa.

The black carved iron gates opened.

The lights in the house turned on.

Extravagant, magnificent.

It was no longer that abandoned estate.

After a moment, the man stepped out of the car, looking up at the brightly lit home.

This was his and Hilda's home.

—And Annie's.

The staff had been transferred from the Century Villa.

Wilma came out of the house, half surprised, half happy. "Mr. Sanford, what brings you here at this hour?"

Luther pushed the car door shut behind him. "Just came to take a look."

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