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

a needle, sharp and stinging, and Whitney silently wished

little

dishes were

kitchen, leaving the warmth behind and returning to his

was soon laden with a feast, cakes,

romantic candles, inviting

grand table sat only three people.

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

face beamed

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

first New Year’s together,

table, his face as impassive as ever.

wine, his long fingers swirling it

silence spread around the table until Natalie nudged her son, “Don’t you have something to

with a napkin, his gaze coolly meeting Whitney’s.

her heart feeling locked

he was about to say, what she

to face

be it, a

as if pricked by needles, unbearably

the royal blue case

the table, looking down, his deep eyes fixed on her, “Open

Confused, Whitney did.

a stunning diamond ring that left

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 set

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

smile flickered in

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

you. Take your time to consider wearing this ring. Give us one last chance. If you’re not wearing

resolute words, he returned to his seat, the man who always seemed so

he just

Whitney’s heart trembled.

was proposing to

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