Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 155

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?

hence this last close moment he

a needle, sharp and stinging, and Whitney silently

a little slower.

were quickly prepared.

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

with a feast, cakes, pastries, and exquisite

inviting Whitney to take a

table sat only three

the two of us for New Year’s, so dreary and quiet. Now, with Whitney and the baby

face beamed with joy.

expression stiffened, her inner turmoil whispering, could

their first New Year’s

remained silent across the table, his face as impassive as ever.

glass of wine, his long fingers swirling it before drinking it with icy detachment.

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

down his glass, wiping his lips with a napkin,

in her seat, her heart feeling locked in a box,

what he was about to say, what

Realty Corporation, to face a significant loss,

be it, a clean

slightly, as if pricked by needles, unbearably painful.

over her, holding a small velvet box, the royal blue case sliding under the romantic candlelight to Whitney’s

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

Confused, Whitney did.

a stunning diamond ring that left her

I can forgive that error. If you thought your mistake would

wrong between us? I don’t understand.

pained smile flickered

her lip hard, fearing she

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 tomorrow morning, I won’t

resolute words, he returned to his seat, the

he just

Whitney’s heart trembled.

proposing to her.

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