Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 115

After hanging up the call, Ludwik’s fingers released the grasp on the blanket, and his taut muscles seemed to relax instantly

Felix watched him silently, noticing that the man seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

His lips twitched in amusement. Mr. Lippert’s face might as well have had it written all over it: “Thank goodness my wife still wants to talk to me.”

He had been enduring all day, yet he still played the cool card and ordered Whitney around. It was pretty amusing.

Whitney hurried back to the hospital room, grocery bags in hand

As her hand pushed the door open, the man’s gaze instantly shifted away, his face turning cold.

“Hmph,” he snorted with a low, chilly hum.

Whitney’s heart fluttered with insecurity, uncertain if the bodyguard had spilled the beans about her going undercover. She held up the groceries as a peace offering. “You hate hospital food, right? I went to the market and got these to cook for you. That’s why I was late”

Ludwik narrowed his eyes suspiciously. She was visibly upset with him this morning for not trusting her, and now she was being so nice?

“Stand still. What have you been up to behind my back?” His gaze was sharp as a scalpel.

Whitney’s shoulders slumped. Rather than wait for the bodyguard’s report, she rushed to confess in a low voice, “The police contacted me to go undercover for a bit. I figured you and I are in danger as long as the criminals are out there. I thought it’s better to…

“Whitney!” Ludwik’s chest heaved with concern, immediately checking her over, “Damn it, are you hurt?”

His urgency and worry made Whitney feel a sweet warmth in her heart. She shook her head honestly and even twirled to show she was unharmed. Tm perfectly fine.”

She paused, then said, “But…”

“But?” Ludwik’s voice was icy, demanding that she finish her sentence.

That was when Whitney put down the groceries and stepped closer to him. She stood up straight, facing the man whose chilly gaze was scrutinizing her, and admitted with a hint of fear, “But, I happened to run into Mr. Lutz. He thought I was really in danger and came to my rescue. He got hurt, so Tiana and I took him to surgery. It was just a minor injury.”

Since she had already seen Elaine’s assistant, she figured it was better to come clean herself.

was changing her

things over,

going to play dirty, Whitney would leave no room for her to maneuver. She and L needed to build trust; the more she shared, the better–he

her words dropped, silence fell, and the man’s face grew stormier by

yourself to him? Playing the damsel in distress, right?” Ludwik mocked her bitterly, anger brewing.

Whitney was not hurt by his words; instead, she retorted with unusual calmness, teasing him, “Look at you, getting jealous over nothing…

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for yourself.”

out her phone and played the recording for him.

his feelings was

expression softened, though still frosty. The little fool had cleared

told Bryce that she was pregnant, which Ludwik

covet

and put away his phone, then she prodded his solid arm, “Are we good now, Mr. Jealous? I just did what any decent person would

Ha

of business to discuss with him, flirting

in resignation. If only to appease him for now, she silently rolled her eyes in her mind, then spoke with a touch of sadness, “Fine, I’ll compromise. If you can’t accept me working with him, I’m willing to give up Skye

considering her small, dejected face. He had not expected her

him seem

felt Whitney had been accommodating enough to Mr. Lippert, who

so downcast, he huffed, “You’re sensible enough. I handle your

brows furrowed in businesslike determination “I personally promised that, and it concerns my reputation as

her too much, “Just make sure you keep your distance from…”

Whitney pouted as

threatening, but she quickly turned to retrieve the groceries. “Are you going to

spaghetti?” He teased with a raised eyebrow,

Felix’s lips twitched.

him. “Don’t worry, I’ll add extra vinegar. It’ll

kitchen, Ludwik turned to Felix and commanded, “Help her out. Wash, chop, and

was Whitney supposed

a gentleman stays clear of the kitchen.

to chop you, though.”