Chapter 66

Whitney peeked through the parted curtains, her eyes taking in the opulence of the private courtyard complete with its own shimmering pond. He had booked the entire venue–this guy was loaded.

The man watched her intently, attempting several times to take her hand, but she resisted, tucking her hands away and awkwardly leading the way.

Ludwik gave a low chuckle. His towering figure was emanating a grace charm as he closed in on her and whispered, “What about what I said back in the room? Have you thought it over?”

Whitney bit her lip, “I don’t quite follow what you mean by ‘a real shot“.”

He turned back, grasping her slender shoulder with a firm, serious grip, “I meant, let’s give a real relationship a shot. What do you say we see if this one–year trial marriage can transition into a lasting union?”

Whitney’s heart skipped a beat as if something inside her had exploded.

She stood there, dazed, her silly expression oddly endearing.

Ludwik knew about her past relationship, but when it came to matters of the heart, she seemed utterly clueless. She was pure as untouched canvas and couldn’t stand a man’s flirtatious movement at all. Her constant blush and watery eyes were too tempting to resist.

He tickled her neck again as his voice became hoarse with urgency, “Well? What’s your answer?”

In a panic, she pushed his hand away; her mind was already a whirlwind from the intimate moment they’d shared in the suite.

And now he was talking about dating? Oh God, that was a total mess.

Whitney hurried towards the hot spring pool, her heartbeat erratic. There, on a stone bench, she saw a table set for dinner, adorned with a sumptuous spread of fine cuisine and pastries–had he arranged a romantic hot spring dinner too? Was this his idea of a date?

She shook her head in annoyance. What was she even thinking?

Noticing her gaze fixed on the cake, he assumed she was just hungry. With a helpless chuckle, he pushed a slice into her mouth, “Eat! And then give me your answer.”

Whitney glared at him silently. Did she look like a hungry kitten to him?

Her cheeks flushed with irritation as he pressed her for the answer, “Nobody forces one to date like you do.”

Considering he was the one who’d suggested a ‘trial marriage‘, Ludwik held back his frustration, “How about we soak in the spa first?”

He pointed out, “There’s your swimsuit.”

Whitney looked down to see matching men’s and women’s robes laid out on the floor.

She turned to look for a changing room.

But before she could, Ludwik was peeling off his shirt and revealing his well–defined and enticing chest.

are you doing,

a bath. What, should

pool?

proper with me? I

“A fake one!”

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strides, “I just talked about getting serious, and you’re

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Chapter 66

to ‘fake‘ again?”

pouted, “I didn’t

“Then I’ll wait for your agreement for just one sec. Make

his belt, and his trousers fell to the floor

“Just put on your swim trunks! Why are you

let out a low

red, her hands covering her eyes. Even in that brief glimpse, she’d seen the sculpted legs, as well

yet?” she asked,

away and

As long as

in his mouth, exuding a

S

her thin socks, her cute pink toes emerged. His gaze deepened and his

her feet into the warm water and said in a low voice, “This is good

against her skin. His calm and collected demeanor

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

his words

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to think straight, and she couldn’t bring herself to look up at his handsome face,

cigarette adding to his roguish look, “You

pinched her little toe. His

her foot, biting her lip, “So, are you serious about giving this a try with

when he spoke up, “Sweetheart, do you

used to earn tens of thousands in a second too,” Whitney retorted with a touch of high–society

You’re the mother of my child, and there’s no one better suited to be the mom. I don’t want to find my child a stepmother. We can get along, nurture some affection, and build a complete family if we want. I have no desire to waste energy on

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