She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 55

Late at night.

Hilda had fallen asleep.

She could feel Luther holding her from behind.

Slowly, methodically caressing her.

But he didn't take things any further.

In the past, he had never held her while sleeping.

In the middle of the night, Luther's phone rang. He got out of bed and went to the living room to answer it. His voice drifted faintly into her ears—

"I'm not going."

"I'm at home. I'm a little tired, yeah."

...

The man quickly hung up the phone and got back into bed beside Hilda.

He held her again.

And began slowly, methodically caressing her once more.

Hilda was too exhausted, so tired she didn't want to move a muscle. Later, the phone rang again... It sounded like a woman crying. The man listened for a moment before hanging up. After that, he seemed to have turned the phone completely off. Eventually, Hilda fell into a deep sleep.

A dreamless night.

Waking up early the next morning.

The man's deep voice sounded from behind her: "You're awake?"

Before Hilda could even speak, her bathrobe was stripped away.

Then came the endless torment all over again.

Once Luther was finished, he seemed to be in a very good mood. He got up, washed, and left for work.

Hilda lay in bed for a long time, closed her eyes, and eventually pushed herself up to go to the office. She had to work; slacking off for one day would only lead to slacking off every day.

She refused to let herself spiral downward.

Luther's obsession was purely physical.

If a woman relied solely on her body to tie down a man...

—What was the point of having a brain?

For the next period of time, Luther's routine remained normal, and he and Hilda lived something closely resembling the life of an ordinary married couple. He came home for dinner every night and even played with little Annie for a while. At night, he would pin her down and rub against her relentlessly to vent his frustrations, only to return to his aloof, aristocratic demeanor by morning, looking completely flawless and proper.

If it weren't for the occasional late-night phone calls.

Hilda really would have thought it was all a dream.

Attorney Crane was quite surprised to hear this.

It seemed Mr. Sanford and his wife had been getting along quite well lately.

—Then why were they still getting divorced?

A brief silence filled the room.

Luther's chest felt tight.

An indescribable sensation.

But he chose to ignore it.

He had loved Jolie for so long that he never questioned whether his feelings for her could ever change. As a result, he categorized his feelings for Hilda as purely masculine physical urges. Giving her a few properties and forty million in cash was no different from a boss rewarding a hard-working employee.

Understanding his instructions, Attorney Crane left to handle the paperwork.

Unfortunately, timing was cruel.

Jolie happened to be in the legal department.

Just as Attorney Crane printed the documents, someone came looking for him to discuss a case. Those two thin sheets of paper were left perfectly exposed for Jolie to see. Reading those words, all the color drained from Jolie's face. She was a woman, and she knew exactly what it meant when a man started showing pity.

—It meant he cared.