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...

standing tall, one hand conspicuously in his pocket as

pursed, his gaze intense and restless as he looked at

instinctively. No matter how much of a jerk

thoughts, Whitney was about

door?" Ludwik's voice was unexpectedly deep

she supposed to be worried about

nerve to question her, leaving

asking you to leave, okay? If you don't, I'm calling

one who opened the door," Ludwik

"What?"

gave you a

moved quickly, pushing her inside as she became as light as a feather against his strength. The door

her, forcing her legs

"Are you insane, Ludwik..."

her effortlessly with one arm, his physical

caught hers, their fingers interlocking against the

was furious, her mind

against him, her face flushed with

was... to

voice a husky whisper,

words hung in the air, striking

could a man like him show any tenderness towards

Ludwik was shocked at

been nothing but hatred for her,

be the medication, making him crave her

couldn't control

deeply, knowing that once he had

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

you jerk! Go find

not pregnant, I can still handle you,

hand moving suggestively,

her skin

dare touch me,

for not taking care of me first, now I have to take matters into my own

was almost elegant, his gaze predatory, completely overwhelmed by the medication, his reasoning gone as he

Whitney tried to resist, but it

a wild beast, his physical fitness and towering height not something she