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?

this last close moment

heart felt pricked by a needle, sharp and stinging, and Whitney silently wished

little slower.

dishes were

the kitchen, leaving the warmth behind and returning to his frosty demeanor.

was soon laden with a feast, cakes, pastries, and exquisite wine glasses.

romantic candles, inviting Whitney to

sat only three people.

and quiet. Now, with Whitney and the baby

beamed with joy.

turmoil whispering, could their happiness

their first New Year’s together,

remained silent across the table, his face as

his long fingers swirling it before drinking it with

nudged her son, “Don’t you have

wiping his lips with a napkin, his gaze coolly meeting

heart feeling locked in a box, suffocating.

about to say, what she had been

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

be it, a clean

as if pricked by

royal blue case sliding under the romantic candlelight to

down, his deep

Confused, Whitney did.

was a stunning diamond ring that left her

“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,

wrong between us? I don’t understand. It

mocking, pained smile flickered in his

and she bit her lip hard, fearing she would

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

his resolute words, he returned to his seat, the man

had he just done?

Whitney’s heart trembled.

proposing to

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