Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 144

The man gazed out the window, his deep profile turning as his fingers twitched restlessly through his thick eyebrows.

Ive spoiled her rotten, and now she’s overstepping! Such pettiness!” Ludwik’s voice was tinged with anger, ice

cold.

“Orion’s back from abroad, Elaine’s attempted to take her own life, and I can’t afford to alienate the Bartels family. At a time like this, when I’m surrounded by enemies, I thought she’d be smart and sharp, but she just could not bear Elaine.”

Parker caught the disappointment in his voice, frowning as he said, “Given Whitney’s EQ, she wouldn’t fight with you over Elaine’s incident. Could there be something else?”

Ludwik paused, then shook his head.

Elaine was the very reason for their argument in the room.

But Whitney had been acting out of character today. When she woke from her nightmare, she pleaded with him not to touch her; her emotions were running high, and her gaze at him was inscrutable.

She had never looked at him like that before. When they first met, she was timid around him. As they got to know each other, she became demure with a bit of sass but never so distant.

“By the end of it, she asked me if I knew her grandfather,” Ludwik said, his brows locked in a frown.

“Her grandfather, Faulkner Tennyson? Ludwik, you had your clashes with him…” Parker’s expression shifted slightly.

Ludwik, however, remained stoic. “Just the usual business rivalry. The Tennyson family was set up. I witnessed that accident back then; I never thought her uncle would survive.”

Parker had heard about Ludwik’s encounter with Whitney’s uncle today. “Did her uncle say something to upset her? Is she questioning you about what happened to the Tennyson family back then?”

Shaking his head, Ludwik replied, “They don’t even know who I am now. Besides, if they have a grudge, it should be with the Valentine family.”

“You’ll have to wait until after she’s had the baby to explain your beef with Skye Gem, right?” Parker gestured

towards Ludwik’s mask.

Ludwik nodded, continuing to brood over his drink, his face as cold as ever, piecing together the puzzle · Whitney was just harping on Elaine’s return to Banyan City.

On this death anniversary, heavy snow blanketed the entire city.

was bone–piercing, devoid of

ill for days, her fever refusing to break. Pregnant, she could

fever, her breath shallow, and burst out, tears threatening to fall. “Whitney! You can’t

to her? For two days, it was as if her soul had been drained,

was clear she was in

the vehicle ahead zigzagged up to the cemetery on

at the foot of the hill, Tiana guessed perhaps the anniversary of her mother’s passing had come, and

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overwhelmed with

to the large tree

of her mother and grandfather with great difficulty from his wheelchair.

Whitney took the shovel from him and said,

back at the gravestones, a stubborn chill filled his eyes. “You can’t do this, Whitney. You don’t even have the right to kneel. Carrying

her less chilling than the desolation in her heart, doused by her uncle’s

condemned her.

the gravestone. “To let them have peace,

thought it through. You said Ludwik trusts you in the company? For now, don’t leave him. Stay by his side; be my insider.

her uncle wanted her to break with

as a sheath, a convenient blade to be concealed by Ludwik’s side.

with pain, and she instinctively cradled her head, “Uncle,

at me, looking barely like a

hid schemes, his face etched

found herself

a meeting with Ludwik,” Keegan said, his eyes dark with cunning

her there.

spirit in the icy wilderness in front of the gravestones, her mother and grandfather’s smiling faces

grandfather. If it were the

hesitate.

him? Why did it have

tear–streaked face, she asked with concern, “What did your uncle say to you to make

raw, yet she could not utter

“Damn it. Your fever has not broken! Come

an herbal bath. I can’t take anything else.* “I go register. Please give me the list of herbs, and don’t you move