Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 194

I indeed saw Miss Whitney! But I’m not certain if she ever stepped inside? That morning, Miss. Whitney even picked up some cookies she wanted you to try, saying it was you who told her you had a hankering for Natalie’s cookies.”

Ludwik’s gaze narrowed. Cookies were something his mother used to make, something unknown even to Elaine. How could she know about them?

Could it be that she really visited the hospital room that night?

He remembered sleeping soundly in Elaine’s arms, and when he woke up the next day, Elaine claimed to have cured him.

Yet Whitney scoffed and suggested he ask Elaine why he couldn’t fall asleep afterward.

Ludwik said, “Also, check the hospital’s surveillance footage from outside the room that night.”

After a full meal, Whitney returned to Everwood Villa Estate.

As soon as she opened the door, she heard a servant’s voice whisper, “She’s back.”

“Is she back?” Elaine immediately wheeled herself over, an IV drip in tow, her eyes brimming with tears, a picture of aggrieved frailty, “Ludwik…”

When Whitney stepped in and saw her tear–streaked face, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Waiting for someone, Elaine?”

Elaine stiffened at the sight of Whitney. Then, peering behind her and seeing no sign of Ludwik, disappointment flashed across her face – he hadn’t returned! Anger surged within her, “What are you doing back here? Where’s Ludwik!”

Whitney shrugged off her scarf, disinterested in engaging with her.

Elaine caught a glimpse of a scandalous mark on Whitney’s neck, her nails digging into her palm with vexation, blocking Whitney’s path and rising to her feet to slap her, “You bitch, feeling proud, are you? Flaunting that mark for me to see!”

Whitney glanced at her neck nonchalantly, whatever her true feelings were, she grabbed Elaine’s arm. Her face twisted into a sneer, “Yes, I am proud. Your scheme at the conference backfired, pushing Ludwik right into my arms.”

“What does it mean to weave your own trap? Have you experienced it yet?”

“How are you feeling, Elaine? I’ve come on Ludwik’s behalf to check on you. Aren’t you in such a state you need an IV drip?”

Enraged, Elaine’s chest heaved, She almost spat blood at Whitney’s calm demeanor.

nasty feelings that surged at the sight of that photograph.

looking Whitney up and down with a hint of pity, “I don’t know what you’re so smug about, Whitney. Do you know what you look like? A fallen woman playing the mistress. He sought you

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be the blissful Mrs. Lippert.”

her fist subtly, the mention of engagement a thorn in her side.

ago, she too had claimed Ludwik’s lifetime

tables had

a slight release of her pent–up frustration, raising her eyebrows, “Lyra, the other maid is back. Put her to work on whatever needs

snapped out of her reverie, realizing Taryn was

a new, unfamiliar girl was

what have you done with Taryn?”

she? I told Ludwik it would be perfect for her to look after her. Ludwik agreed without hesitation.” Elaine’s tone was that of the lady of the house, looking down on Whitney as if

had replaced Taryn to take control of

that morning, and Elaine held a grudge.

the day and Taryn gone, it would be easier for

but realized it might not be entirely bad. After some thought, Whitney suddenly said to her, “Ludwik promised to come see you today. Why

snapped back sarcastically, “There’s a heap of trash in the kitchen. Get to it! And wash the dishes from my breakfast

Whitney went

piercing gaze. This matter with the photo was

If Ludwik didn’t return, she would go to

show Whitney how she would

left the house, Whitney had deliberately provoked her

away from the gate, she stealthily sent

moved

face twisted with conflict, “I’m sorry, Madam. Mr. Lippert has this place locked down tight, with more bodyguards and cameras

half months along. I went for an ultrasound today. You know how much Natalie loves this grandchild. I want to show her the baby. Ever

“It’s impossible…”

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deliberately reassigned you. You must have made up

saw the sincerity in Whitney’s eyes, her longing for Natalie. Unable to bear it, she confided, “There’s surveillance everywhere in the ward,