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?

this last close moment he allowed?

heart felt pricked by a needle, sharp and stinging, and Whitney silently wished for time

little

the dishes were quickly prepared.

kitchen, leaving the warmth behind and returning to his frosty demeanor.

marble dining table was soon laden with a feast, cakes, pastries, and

candles, inviting Whitney to

sat

the two of us for New Year’s, so dreary and quiet. Now, with Whitney and the baby on the way, we’re still few,

face beamed with

turmoil whispering, could their happiness

New Year’s together,

the table, his face

fingers swirling it before drinking it with

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

wiping his lips with a napkin, his gaze

her heart

about to say, what she had

his company trouble, United Realty Corporation, to face a significant loss, and he would

it, a

slightly, as if pricked by

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

his

Confused, Whitney did.

diamond ring that left

I can forgive that error. If you thought your mistake would anger me, drive me away, and set me free with Elaine, you

exactly went wrong between us? I don’t understand.

flickered in his

she bit her lip hard,

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

he returned to his seat, the

he just

Whitney’s heart trembled.

was proposing to

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