Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

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?

and you're accusing me of trying to

his imposing figure, her face expressing disdain, "There's nothing much to see, really. Seen one,

veins bulged with anger. Nothing much to

she is, this infuriating woman, he thought bitterly, his voice laced with venom, "Have you no shame? ... 'Seen one, seen them all?' How many

three years, I've worked as an andrology

then let me comfort you. It's

voice, that 'really great', almost made Ludwik lose

His eyes darkened.

instantly to a

for me. Mommy, I'm so hungry.

Ludwik a glare before hurrying to

his son's act of misery, sneering, "Relying on her to cook? You might as well starve. She can't hold

cooking was fine, but variety

dishes were divine. He had sneaked a taste several

incredible aroma wafting from the

hair pinned up casually with a chopstick, looked effortlessly soft and tender. A few strands of hair tickled her cheeks as she cooked, giving her an irresistibly gentle charm. Ludwik felt a dryness in his throat, an urge to brush

he knew it, his hand

Whitney turned, her eyes

unexpected gesture, "Didn't want you to cut

focused back on

a colorful rice dish made with corn, carrots, and shrimp - a kid's delight, along with a low-sugar, low-fat soufflé

the dessert, Whitney snapped, "It's

Ludwik raised an eyebrow.

glance returned to the living room, noticing a child's high chair near the dining area, which struck

asked softly, "How come you're making kid-friendly

living room, but Danny has never been here before. Could

realizing her oversight. That was Sammy's chair, she had forgotten to

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

eyes, "Bought it quite