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?

it too, hence this

by a needle, sharp and stinging, and

a little slower.

dishes were quickly prepared.

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

with a feast, cakes,

lighting romantic candles, inviting Whitney to take

grand table sat only three

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

her inner turmoil whispering, could their happiness really grow?

their first New Year’s together,

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

fingers swirling it before

Natalie nudged her son, “Don’t

his lips with

heart feeling locked in a

to say, what

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

be it, a clean

slightly, as if

small velvet box, the royal blue case sliding under the

against the table, looking down, his deep eyes

Confused, Whitney did.

diamond ring that

mistake in the bid on purpose? I won’t ask. I can forgive that error. If you thought your mistake would anger me, drive

us?

smile flickered in his eyes.

hard, fearing

at her intently, his voice a low whisper, “I don’t 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

returned to his seat, the man

had he just

Whitney’s heart trembled.

proposing

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