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?

knew it too, hence this last close moment

and stinging, and Whitney

a little

were quickly prepared.

carried him out of the kitchen, leaving the warmth behind and returning to his frosty

was soon laden with a feast, cakes, pastries, and exquisite

lighting romantic candles, inviting Whitney

sat

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

beamed with

stiffened, her inner turmoil whispering, could their happiness really grow?

was their first New Year’s

his face as impassive

of wine, his long fingers swirling it before

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

his lips with

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

was about to say, what she had been awaiting.

trouble, United Realty Corporation, to face a

be it, a clean break.

slightly, as if pricked by needles, unbearably

her, holding a small velvet box, the royal blue

down, his deep eyes fixed on her,

Confused, Whitney did.

stunning diamond ring that

error. If you thought your mistake would anger me,

between us? I don’t understand. It seems to

smile flickered

heart clenched, and she bit her lip hard,

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 force you.”

words, he returned to his seat, the man who

what had he

Whitney’s heart trembled.

was proposing to her.

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