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

needle, sharp and stinging, and Whitney silently wished for time to slow down.

a little slower.

dishes were

kitchen, leaving the warmth behind and returning to his frosty

was soon laden with a feast, cakes, pastries,

was lighting romantic candles, inviting Whitney to take a

the grand table sat only three

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

face beamed with

expression stiffened, her inner turmoil whispering, could their

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

his face as impassive as ever.

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

the table until Natalie nudged her son,

with a napkin,

her heart feeling locked

knew what he was about to say, what she had been awaiting.

his company trouble, United Realty Corporation, to face a

a clean break.

if pricked by

he stood, towering over her, holding a small velvet box, the royal blue case sliding under the romantic

against the table, looking down, his deep eyes fixed on her, “Open it.”

Confused, Whitney did.

a stunning diamond ring that

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

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

flickered

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

Nor do I want to lose you. Take your time to consider wearing this ring. Give us one last chance. If you’re not

seat, the man who

he just

Whitney’s heart trembled.

was proposing to her.

I G S I G

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