Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 338

Chapter 338

Ludwik felt a jolt run through him at the touch of her soft, warm hands. It was as if electricity coursed through his veins.

His voice, rough and tinged with a hint of danger, accused, "You little troublemaker."

Whitney's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Honestly, she wished she could chop off her own hands right now. The tingling sensation at her fingertips sent shivers down her spine.

She tried to explain, her voice laced with a headache, "It was an accident, I was just here to grab some clothes..."

"Save it. Putting everything else aside, I know you were quite satisfied with what happened," Ludwik teased with a confident smirk tugging at his lips.

Silence. Whitney had never met someone so shameless. Her heart raced, threatening to burst.

Her face, a shade redder, her almond-shaped eyes slightly misted, gave her an unintentionally seductive look.

Biting her lip, she felt at a disadvantage, unsure of how to counter such a topic.

Her annoyed yet charming demeanor, biting her lip as if cornered in bed by him...

Ludwik's gaze darkened, his breath grew heavier, and he couldn't help but reach out to tilt her chin up slightly, his voice husky, "Lost for words? Agreeing by silence? Last time you dared to criticize my skills..." "Agree my foot!"

With a huff, Whitney pushed him away with all her might. His body was hot, the muscles exuding the vigor of his prime.

Her cheeks flushed with both heat and annoyance. "For heaven's sake, Mr. Lippert, keep it together, will you? What do you think you're doing flirting with me?

'Davina's beloved fiancé' - shall I tattoo it on your forehead or what?"

Ludwik's face twitched. Flirting?

His handsome face turned a shade darker, not appreciating her dousing their spark with cold water.

The atmosphere turned awkward as he stepped back, releasing her waist and grabbing a towel, his voice dripping with dissatisfaction, "Flirting? Me? You're the one coming onto me. Get lost, haven't had enough?" Oh, come on, big guy, whose house is this anyway?

my house to shower, and you're accusing me of

face expressing disdain, "There's nothing much to see, really. Seen one, seen

with anger.

she is, this infuriating woman, he thought bitterly, his voice laced with

as an andrology

that much to you, then let me comfort you. It's great,

voice, that 'really great', almost made

His eyes darkened.

a stormy face, he then caught her switching instantly to a radiant warmth towards Danny, "Danny, have you had dinner

me. Mommy, I'm so hungry. Feel so

shot Ludwik a glare before hurrying

to cook? You might as well starve. She

fine, but variety is the spice of

dishes were divine. He had sneaked a taste several

an incredible aroma wafting from the

chopstick, looked effortlessly soft and tender. A few

it, his hand had reached

turned, her eyes wide with

gesture, "Didn't want you to cut yourself. My son would have to eat

focused back on

sight of meatloaf, steamed eggs, braised ribs, a fresh vegetable soup, and a colorful rice dish made with corn, carrots, and shrimp -

on the dessert, Whitney

Ludwik raised an eyebrow.

room, noticing a child's high chair near the dining area, which struck him as odd. Entering the

"How come you're

chair in the living room, but Danny

That was Sammy's chair,

she explained, "...The chair was bought thinking Danny might

"Bought it quite aptly. You seem quite experienced

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