Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 312

Especially after he bought those five boxes of whatever it was, following her like a shadow. Whitney's lips twitched slightly, her gaze wary. Ludwik felt a cold sweat soaking his back, his voice hoarse and deep as he looked at her. "Do you know how to treat an illness?" Treat an illness? Of course, she could.

But the real question was, why should she care for him? And what exactly was his ailment?

Whitney wasn't interested, her lips curling into a sneer. "Sure, I can, but I wouldn't lift a finger for you!"

Slam-

She opened the door and quickly shut it behind her, her figure vanishing from sight.

Ludwik stared at the closed door, biting his lip in frustration. This woman was heartless, guarding against him as if he were a common thief. Looking at the items in his hand, he sighed, a bitter smile crossing his face.

He had gone to the pharmacy for some over-the-counter medicine, but upon seeing her, he'd lost all sense of control, even buying five boxes of... whatever it was, trailing her all the way here, captivated by her figure. What was he thinking? He couldn't even understand his own actions anymore!

A flash of annoyance passed through him, and he took a deep breath, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot.

Ludwik's breathing grew heavier, imagining her inside, possibly undressing or taking a shower.

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, he found himself unable to bear it any longer.

He sat down, loosening his tie, growing increasingly uncomfortable until he couldn't help but knock on her door.

Whitney was about to call her son, Sammy, when she realized this nuisance hadn't left yet.

Her heart skipped a beat, then she calmed down, thinking something seemed off with Ludwik tonight. He seemed sluggish, his face flushed... Perhaps he was really sick?

She couldn't care less about his problems, but his lingering presence meant she couldn't contact Sammy.

Trying to get rid of him, she realized she no longer had Felix's or any of his associates' numbers-it had been three years, after all.

The persistent knocking continued.

Annoyed, Whitney reluctantly went to reopen the door, her expression cold and mocking. "What do you want-"

She couldn't finish her sentence before the man suddenly stood up, taking her by surprise.

His disheveled appearance, with sweat trailing down his defined jawline and chest, left her momentarily stunned.

He'd removed his tie, throwing it to the floor, with his shirt partially open, revealing a muscular chest.

So much sweat...

tall, one hand conspicuously in his pocket as

were pursed, his gaze intense and restless

how much of a jerk he

Whitney

Ludwik's voice was unexpectedly deep and

Whitney rolled her eyes. Wasn't she

leaving, he had the nerve

okay? If you don't,

one who opened the door," Ludwik suddenly said, his

"What?"

you a chance,

became as light as a feather against his strength.

her legs around his waist and pinning her against

"Are you insane, Ludwik..."

effortlessly with one arm,

hand, he quickly caught hers, their fingers interlocking against

Whitney's voice was furious, her mind a mix of

against

was... to have

He leaned in, his voice a husky

in the air, striking both with a sudden

like him show any

at his own words

years, his feelings should have been nothing but

it must be the medication, making him crave her

control himself

knowing that once he had

seduce me like this? Ludwik, do you think I'm still the vulnerable pregnant woman from three years ago?" Whitney lashed out, her foot aiming for him. But he caught her leg, his laugh low and menacing. "The same tactics

go of me, you jerk! Go

not pregnant, I can still handle you, believe

grip tightened, his hand moving suggestively,

skin crawling

you dare touch me, just

fault for not taking care of me first, now

by the medication, his

tried to resist,

his physical fitness and towering height