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?

too, hence this last close moment he

a needle, sharp and stinging, and Whitney silently

little

the dishes were quickly prepared.

carried him out of the kitchen, leaving the

soon laden with

romantic candles, inviting Whitney to take a

sat only

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

beamed

turmoil whispering, could their happiness really

their first New Year’s

the table, his face as

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

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

lips with

heart

about to say, what she had

Corporation, to face a significant

it, a

slightly, as if

velvet box, the royal blue case sliding under the romantic candlelight to Whitney’s

against the table, looking down, his deep eyes

Confused, Whitney did.

diamond ring that left

error. If you thought your mistake would anger

gaze darkened. “What exactly went wrong between us? I don’t understand. It seems to be

mocking, pained smile flickered in his eyes.

heart clenched, and she bit her lip hard, fearing

want it to end! Nor do I want to lose you. Take your time to

his seat, the man who always seemed

had he

Whitney’s heart trembled.

was proposing to her.

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