Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 311

Isn't that just a stroke of fate? Parker's whistle stretched long and thin, a sound that seemed to linger in the air. If Ludwik and Whitney happened to bump into each other at the pharmacy, it could only be chalked up to destiny!

It seemed Parker shouldn't interfere with Whitney...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an intriguing stare fixed on him-

Whitney emerged, and upon turning her head, she saw Parker leaning against the wall, standing at the doorway of a ground floor room. Tall and distinguished, his face framed by wire-rimmed glasses, his gaze upon her was vibrant and alive. Seeing him, Whitney felt a surge of irritation.

Thoughts of Tiana upstairs, still in tears, crossed her mind.

Ever since she had escorted her back, Tiana's mood hadn't stabilized.

And Endora was to blame for all of it!

And here was Parker, casually standing around, oblivious to the fact that Tiana and Cherry were just upstairs...

Thinking of them, she realized it didn't matter now.

Whitney held her tongue, but couldn't resist throwing a cold remark as she passed by him, "Mr. Doonan, what's with the staring?"

"Maybe spend some time keeping your fiancée from biting people's heads off."

Parker, caught off guard, was left speechless and a bit taken aback.

Shifting his stance, he was slow to react, watching her storm out of the hotel, the reflection off his glasses, "Ms. Valentine, what do you mean by that?"

What did he mean? These men were clueless.

Frustrated, Whitney stormed into the pharmacy, looking around only to find there was no herbal medicine section. She couldn't find the acupuncture kit she wanted for Tiana... Resigned, she headed over to the western medicine section, intending to buy some ointment for Tiana's bruised wrist.

Crash-

She collided with a solid, warm body, nearly seeing stars from the impact, her balance faltering, only to be steadied by the man's arms around her waist.

They turned to face each other, both startled.

Looking up, Whitney saw Ludwik, his face pale and handsome under the light, his jaw set, exuding masculinity.

His body was surprisingly warm!

"It's you..." Ludwik leaned down, his eyes narrowing at the sight of her.

His touch on her body sparked a reaction, his grip tightening involuntarily.

Let go," Whitney swiftly twisted

empty hand, Ludwik's throat felt dry, his mood inexplicably

what was going on with him,

at the conference, she recoiled, taking several steps back,

the products in front

up on her scent,

long hair cascading around her

Ludwik's gaze darkened.

Whitney bent down, adjusting her

she bumped

problem? Do you own this aisle, always bumping

into you?" Ludwik responded, his tone deep and contemplative.

didn't catch his drift, only noting the huskiness in his voice, his features carrying a slight hint of

didn't understand, Ludwik too grasped

his thoughts dirty, his mind filled with suggestive

narrow," he offered as

get away from sharing air with him, quickly picking

corner of her eye, she saw his lingering

saw him standing in front of

in his pristine white shirt, his belt and trousers all

He smelled freshly showered.

the imagination, likely

pierced, too fast for Whitney to

blurred momentarily, thinking she had moved on, yet she wasn't

indifference, she teased, "What's the matter, Mr. Lippert? Brave enough to come here but

Ludwik looked down at her, his

Playing dumb.

retorted, "Hurry up,

cold smile towards

was before him, his

up in front of these items?

embarrassed by such things. Picking up a box, he glanced at it, then

Was this

years ago, we didn't use any," he murmured to himself, a hint of self-mockery

few times

wished she had a knife to end this

her face stiffened, she

curled into a smirk, his eyes filled with an

approached the

empty, placing Ludwik right behind

as she packed her items, she noticed Ludwik placing several boxes on the counter, his voice deep