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?

it too, hence this last close

and stinging, and Whitney silently wished for time to

little

dishes were quickly prepared.

kitchen, leaving

soon laden with

romantic candles, inviting Whitney to take a

the grand table sat only three

joyful, sighing, “It used to be just the two of us for New Year’s, so dreary and quiet. Now, with Whitney and the baby on the way, we’re still few, but I think your happiness will

beamed with

whispering, could their

this was their first New Year’s together,

his face as impassive as

himself a glass of wine, his long fingers swirling it before drinking it

until Natalie nudged her son, “Don’t you have something to say

wiping his lips with a

her seat, her heart

to say, what she had been awaiting.

his company trouble, United Realty Corporation, to face a significant loss, and he would not forgive her.

be it, a

fingertips trembled slightly, as if pricked by needles,

holding a small velvet box, the royal blue case sliding

against the table, looking down, his deep eyes fixed

Confused, Whitney did.

was a stunning diamond ring that left her

a complex, grave tone, Ludwik said, “Whitney. Did you make a mistake in the bid on purpose? I won’t ask. I can forgive that error. If you thought your mistake would anger me, drive me away, and set me free with

us? I don’t understand. It seems to be over?”

mocking, pained smile flickered in his eyes.

clenched, and she bit her lip hard, fearing she would be overwhelmed by

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

his seat, the man who always

had he just done?

Whitney’s heart trembled.

was proposing to her.

S I G S

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