Chapter 155

Ludwik’s tone was cool and emotionless, and Whitney could not comprehend his emotions.

Her heart raced as she jerked back, feeling like it might leap right out of her throat.

Why was he in the kitchen?

Ludwik eyed her suddenly downcast face, saying nothing as his long fingers covered her pale ones. He expertly took the spatula to sauté the morels in the pan, skillfully bringing the water to a boil.

Whitney was a mess of nerves, unable to comprehend why he would still want to be near her.

Trapped in his scorching embrace, unable to break free, she did not know how to escape.

“The water’s boiling,” he reminded her, his voice nasal, hinting at a cold.

“Oh,” Whitney replied stiffly, reaching for the pot.

The man assisted her, pouring out the water with ease.

Natalie’s silhouette lingered at the kitchen entrance, her laughter peeking through.

Turning her head, Whitney started to grasp what he meant.

Pretending to go along with it, she did not dodge him anymore, and he instructed, “Add just a bit of oil.”

She reached for the oil bottle, her pinky finger instinctively raised in a delicate and graceful manner, pouring just a little and waiting for his cue.

Ludwik squinted, watching her dainty, onion–like fingers, his husky voice commanding, “Pour more.”

“Add the morels,” he directed.

Whitney quickly scooped up the morel slices, her cooking skills obviously lacking.

The man enveloped her tiny hand with his, taking up the spatula.

Their bodies were so close in the warm kitchen that it gave Whitney a dizzying sensation as if the warmth inside her was returning.

But was this just a fleeting dream?

too, hence this last close moment he allowed?

and stinging, and Whitney silently wished for time to

little slower.

were

out of the kitchen, leaving the warmth

marble dining table was soon laden with a feast,

lighting romantic candles, inviting Whitney to

grand table sat only

us for New Year’s, so dreary and quiet. Now, with Whitney

beamed with

stiffened, her inner turmoil whispering, could their happiness

first New Year’s together, probably the last.

silent across the table, his face as

glass of wine, his long fingers swirling it before

Natalie nudged her

down his glass, wiping his lips with a napkin,

her seat, her heart feeling

about to say, what she had been

Corporation, to face a significant loss, and he

it, a clean

fingertips trembled slightly, as if pricked by needles, unbearably

over her, holding a small velvet box, the royal blue case sliding under

the table, looking down, his deep eyes fixed on her,

Confused, Whitney did.

diamond ring that left

I can forgive that error. If you thought your mistake would anger me, drive me away, and set me free with Elaine, you need not have bothered. I won’t have

gaze darkened. “What exactly went wrong between us? I

mocking, pained smile flickered in his eyes.

hard, fearing she

looked at her intently, his voice a low whisper, “I don’t want it to end! Nor do I want to lose you. Take your time to consider wearing this ring. Give us one last chance. If you’re not wearing it

his seat, the man who always

he just done?

Whitney’s heart trembled.

was proposing to her.

S I G

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