Chapter 117

But the complexity in the man’s eyes, the storms they concealed, were beyond Whitney’s comprehension. Ludwik mused in silence. Elaine was the bridge between him and the Bartels family; their interests intertwined. There was a time he had wanted her gone, his dislike manifesting as a reluctance to keep her close. But the Lippert family was eyeing him with predatory intent; Kaden was eager to make him hand over the reins of Imperial Gem Corporation to Orion.

Just waiting for him to slip up.

In such times, he needed the Bartels family.

How could this silly girl understand the depths of it all? Ludwik shot her a sidelong glance. “Enough talk. I’m starving. If the food isn’t ready soon, I might just eat you!”

“What an abrupt turn,” Whitney thought, returning to the kitchen.

Yet, even if they were just to soothe her, his words filled her with a sweet sense of being valued and finally feeling the weight of her importance to him.

ly prepared.

Eventually, two maids joined to assist, and dinner was finally

Whitney stood by the bed, feeding him like a dutiful wife, unable to resist glancing at his hands that moved with ease.

“What are you looking at? Injured shoulders don’t mean I can’t move my hands,” he declared righteously, even as his fingers deftly navigated the screen of his smartphone.

Whitney was too shocked for words, thinking that saving her seemed to justify all manner of twisted logic. Felix, too, was silently twitching at the corner of his mouth, thinking. “Mr. Lippert, just admit you enjoy being pampered by your little wife. Would it kill you?”

Clearly reveling in the attention, the man frowned. “I haven’t bathed all day Wipe me down later.”

The bowl in Whitney’s hands nearly tipped over. She stole a glance at his mature, muscular frame, her heart skipping a beat as she blushed. “Maybe… Felix should do it?”

“Did I risk my life to save Felix?”

Whitney fell silent.

And Felix, all too aware, had already left the room.

Whitney clenched her fists, trying to reason with him. “But I’d be embarrassed. We’re not that close yet,” she protested.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I allow you to admire my perfect form. Just don’t get overwhelmed,” he said, his noble arrogance on full display.

for words against

owed him a debt of

with trembling hands, she undressed him, muttering to herself not to overthink it she was just cleaning

and graceful, his muscles well–defined, his skin smooth and pale–a stark contrast to the fashionable bronze tans of the

her gaze, but it kept

darting over his body, her

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as he acknowledged her

not pouncing on me yet, huh?” He thought.

soon, it was revealed that the man faltered

tensed. “Are you done yet? Hurry up!

face was aflame as she

finished quickly, rushing to the washroom with the hot water,

to negotiate again. “Can’t you just

about just now? Got some idea on your mind?” He leaned against the headboard, taking deep breaths, his gaze dark

had maids helping me with dinner earlier. You could’ve easily called

could not bear to see her stand and bend for too

already? Yesterday in the hallway, you

skipped the retort. She had never

confession into

wince from him. “What’s wrong?” She asked,

his lips together, feigning vulnerability. “It hurts all because

pain, her face showing a hint

at her wit’s end.

a devious curve playing on his lips. “Alright, sleep with me then,”

handsome man with an incredible physique could be devastatingly charming when

‘sickly handsome‘ face, the mask adding an enigmatic allure. She had just settled into her small bed when he complained, “You’re so far

by his commanding gaze, Whitney eventually lay in his embrace. The hospital bed was not wide, and she

in complaint, and Whitney Instantly snapped awake. “Are

mask of stoicism. “Never

she sleep knowing it was because of her? If it were not for him, she would be the one with a cracked skull.

up, her brows furrowed with concern.

is that? Can he stop the

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