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.

world spun for a moment, and when she was set down again, they were

a card at the receptionist,

a room sounded incredibly sexy coming from him. She couldn't

their stares, was mortified. "Please, don't get the wrong idea.

handing over the key card, "Room 2033, all set. Enjoy your

was beyond words, choosing to

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

huddled together, "Such a mature man,

was just trying to

face turned steely as she stepped

why she was even following him upstairs. She

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

was indeed summoned

had passed, and he'd only

her mind, disdainfully tossing the stained shirt into

frosted glass door obscured her figure, the sound of running water adding an unintended hint of intimacy to the

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

was about to leave. After

the bathroom. He paused, his drink in hand,

the bathroom door burst open, and a figure dashed

swallowed hard, his

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

how husky his voice sounded,

not...," Whitney slurred, her words tinged with fear, "I thought I saw a spider

the second floor, it's clean. What spider?" Ludwik

she forgotten to

glanced down, her face turning

and accidentally let her dress slip off, her undergarments barely

back into the bathroom, her voice trailing,

Who would believe that?