She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 228

Three days later.

Luther brought Hilda back to the villa.

Eleanor personally dropped off Annie and Landon.

Eleanor's emotions were deeply conflicted.

As a woman, she profoundly understood Hilda's pain.

—Harrell was getting married again.

To avoid making Hilda uncomfortable, she didn't mention Harrell. Instead, she personally bought some cozy new furnishings for Hilda and brewed a nourishing soup herself. In private, she sternly lectured Luther: "You forced her back here! Harrell is getting married soon, and she has no way out now. You need to treat her right. She's a human being. If you treat her well, your lives won't be terrible."

Luther stood by the kitchen window.

Smoking a cigarette.

Listening casually.

Eleanor delivered her final warning. "If you don't start appreciating her, you are going to lose her forever."

Luther offered a faint smile. "I know, Mom."

Eleanor said goodbye to the children.

Before leaving, she looked at Hilda, her heart aching for the girl.

...

Hilda was pregnant.

Luther kept his promise. He took care of her, he took care of the kids, and he even came home early every day to help Annie with her homework. The staff at the villa thought the master of the house was incredibly devoted to his family, treating his wife and the two children wonderfully. As time passed, even Nathan and Eleanor felt relieved.

As parents, they just wanted the best for their children.

They hoped time would heal all wounds.

May arrived.

Luther attended Harrell's wedding.

Hilda, naturally, stayed home.

Luther took his private jet back to Alpha City that very night.

By the time he returned to the villa, it was the dead of night. He stepped out of the car and checked his watch—2:00 AM. The lights in the master bedroom on the second floor were still on. Hilda must still be awake. He walked up the stairs and into the bedroom.

The room was bathed in a warm, dim light.

The sitting room was empty.

Hilda was in the master bedroom, leaning against the sofa, seemingly asleep.

Luther took off his suit jacket and pulled off his tie, revealing a crisp white pleated shirt. His sharp dark hair only accentuated his strikingly handsome features. Several beautiful women had tried to flirt with him that night, but he had, of course, turned them down. He already had the most incredible woman at home.

Luther sat down on the sofa and placed a hand on his wife's delicate shoulder. He was just about to carry her to bed when his eyes fell on the phone beside her.

The screen was lit up, apparently frozen.

It displayed a photograph.

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