She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 208

Hilda stood quietly.

She felt an intense sense of powerlessness.

She clearly knew the consequences of defying Luther. Not only would Landon be brought to Alpha City, unable to stay by Harrell's side, but the Judson family would also be implicated. What Harrell's future would look like, she didn't know.

The woman's slender, pale fingers curled into fists.

The nearby floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the silhouette of two people.

They were clearly embracing.

And their child was right beside them.

Yet it felt so desolate.

As if a whole galaxy lay between them.

But the woman gently rested her chin on the man's shoulder.

She spoke an incredibly insincere word: "Okay."

As soon as she said it, her heart ached.

She had deeply loved Luther, had been madly infatuated with him. Later, she stopped loving him. When she was with Harrell, that steady, flowing affection felt so good. She was happy, and even the two children were happy. She had even fantasized about spending the rest of her life with Harrell, imagining what it would be like when their hair turned white—surely surrounded by children and grandchildren!

Only when a person is truly treated well.

Do they know what real love is.

Her only love was Harrell.

A mutual love.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, scattered snowflakes began to fall.

Hilda gently closed her eyes, letting the man carry her to the bed. This night, there were no precautions, nor did she take any pills. Intimately bound together, he wouldn't allow her to drift off. He made her keep looking at his face, made her acknowledge that the man sleeping with her was Luther, not Harrell. He didn't allow her to fantasize, because he guessed who was in her heart.

Lost in the depths of passion.

The two held each other tightly.

Yet they shared the same bed while dreaming different dreams.

...

In the middle of the night.

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