Ludwik’s Adam’s apple bobbed as Whitney leaned in closer, her soft body seeking his warmth. His breath grew heavier in response, and his cool gaze narrowed.

Whitney’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He remained silent, multiplying her discomfort.

Seeing this, Nolan could not help but feel a bit frustrated with Ludwik’s leniency. He decided to tease Whitney “Anything goes, huh? Ms. Valentine, you frequent the clubs a lot, right? You must be good at dancing. How about giving him a little show to lighten the mood?”

Whitney’s face paled as she shot Nolan a cold glare, refusing to dignify his comment with a response.

Her fingers delicately traced Ludwik’s tie, pulling him closer with a humiliated downward glance. “I’ll dance for you at home, Mr. L. Is that satisfactory?”

Her scent wafted to him, stirring a mix of pity and desire.

Her voice was weak, and as Ludwik scrutinized her, he remembered the near brawl she had been caught in earlier that evening. Perhaps she had been hurt?

Considering the child, he thought it might be time to ease up on his lesson.

His hand gripped her chin firmly, his deep eyes lifting. “Are you going to let me get up now?”

Whitney, realizing her imposition, moved back.

walked out, he took her small hand in his, leaving the people in the private room in

like that, you’re letting her off the

features turned icy with annoyance,

exchanged a look,

to charm Ludwik and whisk

seduced the usually abstinent Ludwik in

expression darkened, “Watch your mouth, don’t let Whitney

adding, “Whitney is just a contract wife, isn’t she? A

thoughtfully. After tonight’s events, Ludwik’s heart was an

the mansion, Whitney got out of the car first, hiding her back pain while covertly asking

her ascend the stairs, his handsome face clouding over. She had brought him home, and now

as he questioned Taryn, “What

is hurt. She asked for some ointment. Sir, you should take it to her. She’s

rift

his thick eyebrows knitting

too much pain to move. Hearing footsteps, she mistook them for Taryn and, trembling slightly, she lifted her shirt. “Taryn, I can’t do this on my own. I

of her lower

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