Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 277

Whitney really knew how to pick her moments. Crashing into his broad chest, she let it all out, barely stopping short of bringing up bile. Silence engulfed the parking lot, the wind leaving no trace. Ludwik's body stiffened, radiating an icy fury.

"You... damn woman."

Ludwik's mood darkened to stormy, his hand covering his nose, his face turning as dark as a burnt pan.

He had a serious case of germophobia!

It was only after Whitney had finished that she remembered, oh no, she was in for it now.

She decided to play the drunk card, lifting her head with a silly smile, "Oops, sorry, got a bit carried away there..."

Ludwik paused, his grip tightening on her chin, a cold smile forming as his eyes bore into hers, "Got a smart mouth, huh?"

"This shirt cost me eighty thousand dollars."

Now it was Whitney's turn to be speechless. "Do you always rip people off like this?"

"Thought you were drunk? Your reaction to money seems pretty sober to me."

Silence.

"Clean it or pay up double."

"Shameless racketeer, why did you even come back?" Whitney was fuming.

Ludwik's eyes hardened further, his face growing even darker, but he didn't answer. Instead, he hastily wiped his shirt and stuffed it into her arms.

Whitney was livid at his prank. This man could really be disgusting!

But she found herself powerless against him, scooped up in his arms and carried over his shoulder.

when she was set down again, they

card at the

Even asking for a room sounded incredibly sexy coming from him. She couldn't help but sneak glances at Whitney, thinking what a lucky

mortified. "Please, don't

handing over the key card,

was beyond words, choosing to keep

then turned, his lips curling into a smirk, "Well, let's go have

mature man, oozing desire. And what a

he was just trying to embarrass

as she

Whitney pondering why she was even following him upstairs. She could

her thoughts, his lips twisting, "Get in and get cleaned up. And my shirt

was indeed summoned for

years had passed, and he'd

stained shirt into the

door obscured her figure, the sound of running water adding an unintended hint of

throat felt dry, his gaze finally softening as he pinched the bridge of his nose and walked over to the minibar,

about to leave. After all, Elaine was waiting at

bathroom. He

figure dashed

hard, his

window, "Whitney, what the hell? Have you no shame?

he didn't realize how husky his voice sounded,

tinged with fear, "I thought

second floor, it's clean. What spider?" Ludwik scoffed, "Stop making excuses to seduce

forgotten to

her face turning beet red

and accidentally let her dress slip off, her undergarments barely

bathroom, her voice trailing, "It wasn't on

Who would believe that?