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?

knew it too, hence this

pricked by a needle, sharp and stinging,

little slower.

were

of the kitchen, leaving the warmth behind

laden with a feast, cakes, pastries,

romantic candles, inviting Whitney

sat only

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

beamed with joy.

expression stiffened, her inner turmoil whispering, could their happiness really

their first New Year’s together, probably the last.

the table, his

poured himself a glass of wine, his long fingers swirling it

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

lips with a napkin, his

her heart

what he was about to say, what she

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

be it, a

slightly, as if

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

table, looking down, his deep eyes fixed on her, “Open

Confused, Whitney did.

diamond ring that left her speechless.

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

wrong between us? I don’t understand. It

flickered

heart clenched, and she bit her lip hard, fearing she would be

end! Nor do I want to lose you. Take your time to consider wearing this ring. Give us one

words, he returned to his seat, the man who always seemed

he just done?

Whitney’s heart trembled.

was proposing to her.

G S I G

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