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?

shower, and you're

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

anger.

he thought bitterly, his voice laced with venom, "Have you no shame? ... 'Seen one, seen them all?'

the past three years, I've worked as an andrology nurse,

it matters that much to you, then let me comfort

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

His eyes darkened.

to a radiant warmth towards Danny,

daddy didn't cook for me. Mommy, I'm so hungry. Feel so

glare before hurrying

son's act of misery, sneering, "Relying on her to cook? You

was fine, but variety is the spice of

dishes were divine. He had sneaked a

Ludwik sensed an incredible aroma wafting

cozy, bathed in a warm glow. Whitney, her 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 those stray hairs

knew it, his

are you doing?" Whitney turned, her eyes wide with

mask his unexpected gesture, "Didn't want you to cut

focused

of meatloaf, steamed eggs, braised ribs, a fresh vegetable soup, and a colorful rice dish made with corn, carrots, and shrimp - a kid's delight, along with a

the dessert, Whitney snapped, "It's low-sugar and low-fat, perfect

Ludwik raised an eyebrow.

living room, noticing a child's high chair near the dining area,

softly, "How

but Danny has never been here

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

off guard, she explained, "...The chair was bought

eyes, "Bought it quite aptly. You seem quite experienced