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 close moment he

heart felt pricked by a needle, sharp and stinging, and Whitney silently wished for time to slow down.

little slower.

were quickly prepared.

kitchen, leaving the warmth behind and returning

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

candles, inviting

the grand table sat only

joyful, sighing, “It used to be just the two of us for New Year’s, so dreary and quiet. Now,

face beamed with joy.

expression stiffened, her inner turmoil whispering, could their happiness

first New Year’s

remained silent across the table, his

long fingers

Natalie nudged her son,

glass, wiping his lips with a

seat, her heart

what he was about to say, what she

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

a clean break.

if pricked

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

leaned against the table, looking down, his

Confused, Whitney did.

a stunning diamond ring that left her speechless.

error. If you thought your mistake would anger me, drive me away, and set me free with Elaine, you need not have bothered.

between us?

flickered in

bit her lip hard, fearing

to lose you. Take your time

returned to his seat, the man who always seemed

had he just

Whitney’s heart trembled.

proposing to

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