She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 258

When Joyce finally walked out of the restroom.

Luther was standing right there in the women's lounge area.

Looking perfectly composed.

His dark eyes intense and unwavering.

Joyce completely ignored him, leading the little girl straight to the sink. She patiently pumped the soap and meticulously scrubbed every single one of Jocelyn's tiny fingers until they were sparkling clean. Seeing the man still awkwardly hovering there like a statue, Joyce stated coolly, "Mr. Sanford, Ms. Dayne has already left."

Luther didn't blink. "I know."

And yet, he made absolutely no move to leave.

Joyce finally finished drying the toddler's hands.

Glancing up, she caught the man's reflection in the mirror.

He was staring at her with burning intensity, radiating the undeniable, magnetic charm of a mature, powerful man. She had once lost herself completely under the weight of that exact same gaze. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of—honestly, what woman could possibly resist it? Joyce didn't hate herself for noticing it; she merely despised him for being such a relentless player.

His voice dropped to a low, intimate rumble.

"I did date her."

"But it's completely over."

"Tonight was officially our last dinner."

Joyce offered a dismissive, utterly unimpressed smile.

Honestly, none of this was any of her business.

After a brief pause, she decided it was best to draw a hard, undeniable line in the sand. "Mr. Sanford, we are essentially strangers. You really don't owe me an explanation for any of this. Ms. Dayne already made sure to fill me in on all the details. Summer Shaw, Ms. Dayne... honestly, Mr. Sanford, how many mistresses do you actually have? Since you are clearly spoken for, I'd appreciate it if you stopped acting so inappropriately toward me and stopped saying things that could easily be misinterpreted. It's better for both of us. I refuse to let anyone point fingers and label me a homewrecker, and I absolutely will not compromise my dignity for money. If you're looking to build a collection of look-alikes, I'm sure there are plenty of women out there who fit the bill. You really don't need me."

Luther's face turned a violent shade of thunderous gray.

How the hell did she know about Summer Shaw?

It took him half a second to realize Diana had run her mouth.

He was utterly enraged.

Diana had massively overstepped her bounds.

Their entire 'relationship' had consisted of a few dinners. They hadn't even held hands, let alone slept together. They were barely even officially dating. Tonight was nothing more than a courtesy dinner to appease the wealthy elders who had initially set them up.

But he couldn't waste time worrying about Diana right now.

He desperately needed to do damage control with the woman standing directly in front of him.

His gaze turned agonizingly desperate. "I don't have any mistresses."

But Joyce was completely done listening.

She grabbed Jocelyn's hand and offered a polite, icy smile. "Excuse me, Mr. Sanford."

Luther's hand shot out, wrapping tightly around her arm. "I'm driving you home."

She whipped around, glaring at him. "I drove myself here! Don't tell me my car magically broke down again tonight?"

She wasn't stupid.

The other night had clearly just been a calculated move to get her into his car.

Even though she tried to brush it off, the realization still stung bitterly.

Maybe Diana was exactly right. To Luther Sanford, she was nothing more than a high-end knockoff. A shiny new toy he'd play with obsessively until he got bored and moved on to the next one. She refused to become just another plaything for a bored billionaire, no matter how hard he tried to charm her.

Joyce snapped back at him.

"You and I operate in completely different worlds, Mr. Sanford."

Luther's expression fractured, a flash of genuine pain in his eyes. "What kind of world do you think I operate in?"

Joyce didn't answer. She just grabbed Jocelyn and walked away.

When she went to pay the bill, the manager politely informed her that Mr. Sanford had already taken care of it.

It was only then she realized the entire restaurant was completely deserted.

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