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

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

fathom what was going on with him, his gaze so

taking several steps back, having no intention of engaging with him. She moved to another aisle, inspecting

products in front

on her

her long hair cascading around her neck, a stark

Ludwik's gaze darkened.

Whitney bent

again, she

"Mr. Lippert, what's your problem? Do you own this aisle, always

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

his drift, only noting the huskiness in

too grasped the implications of

medication, turning his thoughts dirty,

is narrow," he offered

away from sharing air with him, quickly picking out

the corner of her eye, she saw his lingering

him standing in front

taking in his pristine white shirt, his belt and trousers all appearing new,

He smelled freshly showered.

particular shelf left little to the imagination, likely a last-minute errand

felt unexpectedly pierced, too fast for Whitney

she had moved on, yet she

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

Ludwik looked down at her, his

Playing dumb.

"Hurry up, don't

cold smile

realizing what was before

front of these items? No wonder she

wasn't embarrassed by such things. Picking up a box, he glanced at it, then asked her, "What do

this an appropriate

we didn't use any," he murmured to himself,

few times three

a knife to

memories, her face stiffened, she turned and

her hasty retreat, Ludwik's lips curled into a smirk,

approached the cashier to

was nearly empty, placing Ludwik right behind her in

items, she noticed Ludwik placing several