She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 89

The car drove out of the hotel's underground garage.

Hilda realized it had started snowing.

Soft, gentle flakes drifted down through the night sky.

She stared at them quietly, suddenly thinking of the past.

One year, she had come all the way from Jadeport City to visit Luther. It was snowing that day, too. She was stranded at the airport because all public transportation had shut down. She sat alone in the terminal and called Luther multiple times, but he never answered.

Looking back, she had been so naive.

If he had harbored even a shred of affection for her.

He wouldn't have ignored her completely.

"What are you thinking about?"

The man's voice suddenly broke the silence.

Hilda snapped out of her daze and gave a faint smile. "Nothing much. Just remembering something from a long time ago."

She curled her finger and absently traced patterns on the foggy window.

Luther shot her a glance.

And focused on the road.

Halfway home, his phone rang. Without even looking, he knew who was calling.

Hilda didn't ask. She just sat back against her seat, staring out into the dark night.

Luther hung up the call.

The car was silent, save for the sound of snowflakes softly hitting the windshield with faint, icy clicks. When they stopped at a red light, Luther stared straight ahead and said, "When I took her home that day, nothing happened. Up until this very moment, Jolie and I haven't crossed any lines."

Hilda was genuinely surprised. "You really don't need to explain that to me."

Luther gripped the steering wheel and asked a single question: "Do you trust me, or do you just not care?"

Hilda lied smoothly. "I trust you."

She was no longer that stubborn, emotional girl.

There was no need to take everything to heart.

Sometimes, lying was a form of self-preservation.

It kept him from getting angry and stopped him from tormenting her. Luther had repressed himself for so long that he had become exceptionally skilled at torture, and Hilda was exhausted from dealing with it.

Sure enough, the man didn't press the issue.

But Hilda was still too naive.

Once they were back at the apartment, he didn't let her go. Right in the entryway, he cupped her face and pinned her against the wall, kissing her deeply. He pulled off her coat, kissing her as they stumbled toward the bedroom. They didn't even make it to the bed—they collapsed onto the sofa in the sitting area, moving intensely as one.

The woman couldn't fight him off.

So she half-heartedly gave in.

Two youthful bodies intertwined in the heat of the moment.

Right as things were heating up, Luther's phone rang.

He initially tried to ignore it, but the phone persistently rang again the moment it disconnected. Left with no choice, he answered. It was Eleanor calling, asking him to bring Hilda over for dinner. Luther gripped the phone, his dark eyes locked intensely onto Hilda. His voice was slightly hoarse as he spoke to his mother on the other end: "Hilda and I have some errands to run this morning. We're going shopping. We'll head over this evening."

Eleanor was confused. "What do you need to buy?"

But then she figured the young couple probably just wanted to go on a date.

She felt a burst of joy.

Meanwhile, Luther watched the faint flush on Hilda's cheeks, suddenly overwhelmed with impatience. He abruptly hung up on his mother, cupped the back of Hilda's neck, and kissed her fiercely, fully surrendering to the moment.

On the other end of the line, Eleanor was still trying to speak.

But the call had already dropped.

The dial tone echoed in her ear.

She originally wanted to call back, but as a woman with experience, she quickly realized what she had interrupted. She couldn't help but feel giddy. It looked like the Sanford family would be welcoming a second baby very soon, and they would surely be just as adorable as Annie.