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

a needle, sharp and stinging, and Whitney silently wished for

little

the dishes were quickly

kitchen, leaving the warmth behind and returning to his frosty

dining table was soon laden with a feast, cakes,

lighting romantic candles, inviting Whitney to take a seat.

table sat only three

to be just 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, but

face beamed

whispering, could their happiness really grow?

their first New Year’s together, probably the

table, his face as impassive as ever.

of wine, his long fingers swirling it before drinking

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

glass, wiping his lips with a

heart

he was about to say,

Corporation, to face a significant loss,

it, a clean break.

trembled slightly, as if pricked by needles, unbearably painful.

small velvet box, the royal blue case

his deep eyes fixed on

Confused, Whitney did.

a stunning diamond ring that left her speechless.

mistake in the bid on purpose? I won’t ask. I can forgive that error. If you thought

gaze darkened. “What exactly went wrong between us? I don’t understand. It seems to be

pained smile flickered in his

bit her lip hard, fearing she would be overwhelmed by

want it to end! Nor do I want to lose you. Take your time to consider wearing

to his seat, the man who

had he just done?

Whitney’s heart trembled.

was proposing

S I G S

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