She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 82

Half an hour later, Hilda received a text from Luther—

[Have Harrell take you home.]

Hilda read the message over and over.

What was there not to understand?

Luther was leaving with Jolie.

She found it deeply ironic. This was what men called loyalty, but she didn't feel disappointed. She hadn't harbored any expectations for this marriage from the very beginning. Perhaps it was because she had been hurt for too long, or left alone in that house for too long. A fleeting moment of warmth wasn't enough to thaw her heart.

She was very clear-headed.

—And she was grateful for that clarity.

Harrell had also received a text.

He walked over to Hilda and said quietly, "I'll take you home."

Everyone in the room was looking at Hilda.

—Their eyes filled with inevitable pity.

Hilda looked up at Harrell, and Harrell looked back at her with equal focus. The others might not have noticed, but Zane and Yorick definitely did—

There was something going on between Harrell and Hilda.

Did Luther know he had trouble on the home front?

When Hilda stood up, she stumbled slightly.

Harrell immediately grabbed her wrist with one hand.

His gaze was deep.

Hidden within it was a subtle trace of tenderness.

Once Hilda steadied herself, she quietly thanked him and subtly pulled her hand away.

Yorick slowly spoke up. "Harrell, once you drop her off, make sure you let Luther know."

It was a blatant warning.

—You and Luther are closely related, Harrell. Don't do anything stupid. For better or worse, Hilda is Luther's legal wife, and they share a child. That's a lifelong bond you can't erase. If you really lose your head and try to fight for her, won't Morton back in Havenworth City break your legs?

Harrell shot Yorick a single glance.

The latter didn't dare say another word.

Because Harrell's background was incredibly powerful.

So, when Luther said they would be together, she didn't object.

When he pulled away and left.

She wouldn't beg him to stay.

She was just waiting—waiting to get her own life on track, waiting for Luther to be the one to bring up divorce.

Hilda was terrified.

She didn't dare to love, and she didn't dare to hope anymore.

After Hilda finished speaking, Harrell watched her for a long time before slowly starting the car.

Half an hour later, the car pulled up to her apartment building.

After Hilda got out, she bent down to wave goodbye to him.

Harrell smiled. "Hurry up and go inside. It's freezing out here."

Hilda nodded and walked into the lobby.

Harrell didn't drive away until she had disappeared into the elevator, his taillights leaving a faint red glow in the dark night.