Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 337

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"What? Danny's coming over?"

Whitney was halfway through her meal when her phone began to buzz relentlessly on the patio table. Reluctantly, she picked it up, only to be hit with the surprising news. "Not in the mood?"

The man's voice was deep, wrapped in a frosty tone. She dared to ignore his calls twice.

Was he really that unwelcome? Or was she just too happy sharing a meal with Bryce?

Hearing about this Bryce guy twice in one day was getting on Ludwik's nerves. Fidgeting with his tie, he muttered, "Fine, forget it then."

"Wait! Where's the kid?"

"In my car."

Whitney's face fell, her tone laced with irritation, "What, you're coming too?"

The vein on Ludwik's forehead throbbed at her tone, "You think I want to come? Do you expect a three-year-old to drive himself?"

"If it weren't for his tantrum, begging me to bring him to you, I wouldn't have bothered. You've got ten minutes to meet us outside your place."

Click. The line went dead.

Whitney, listening to the dial tone, was seething. She wanted to throttle Ludwik.

Meanwhile, in the car, Danny sat in the backseat, silently judging his dad for blatantly lying. He hadn't thrown a fit at all. His dad was shamelessly using him to see his ex-wife. Seriously...

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Danny grimaced, not even wanting to talk to his dad, and instead texted Sammy.

Back at Whitney's, panic set in.

was coming, and

ended.

"Sorry, Bryce, I can't invite you up. Danny's coming over, and Ludwik's bringing him. I need

he dreaded

the kid is

nodded gratefully and got

the

Sammy

incessantly

arrived. She rushed downstairs,

reached the lobby, she saw them waiting

towered over Danny, creating a comical contrast. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, his silhouette was striking under the dim lights, the shirt hugging his back muscles, the

fixed on her for a

think he

him and instead addressed Danny warmly, "Sweetheart,

abandoned any pretense of coolness, hugging Whitney's

Whitney ignore him in favor of their son, Ludwik's handsome face darkened,

dad with disdain. Who was he to talk, driving like

clothes, "Daddy got

a smirk, "I don't have any men's clothes in my

first comment but oddly pleased by the second, narrowed his eyes and moved closer, lifting Danny in his arms. To Whitney's protest, he coolly stated, "Unless you want your son to catch a cold?" Whitney, frustrated yet concerned for Danny, reluctantly pressed the elevator button for the

Ludwik made himself at home, heading to the bathroom with Danny and commanding

on hips, "Ludwik, what's the big show? I can bathe Danny just fine, thank you. Please, make yourself

bomb, "As if you know how.

how?" Whitney gritted her teeth, recalling the hard times she had raising Sammy while Ludwik

Ludwik conceded, as if wanting to avoid further argument. Yet,

moment, Whitney was stunned

the innuendo, her ears burning

I'd advise

on it," he countered,