Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 400

Downstairs, Danny was being shielded by Felix and shoved into the car. Nearby, two men were trading punches like a torrential downpour, tangled in chaos! Whitney dashed down the stairs...

Bryce took a hit, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of that fleeting shadow. His gaze hardened, and he quickly whispered to Ludwik, "Mr. Lippert getting cozy with his date at the cinema entrance-those photos must have really hurt Whitney, huh?" Ludwik froze. His anger surged, glaring at Bryce, "Did you show them to her?"

"Hah," Bryce let out a barely audible chuckle.

Ludwik's eyes darkened, and suddenly, like a madman, he rained down punches. Bryce just lay there, arms relaxed, offering no resistance, only managing to grunt softly.

"Bryce?" Whitney ran over, horrified to see Bryce bleeding from his mouth. Panic set in. Ludwik, atop Bryce, was like a raging lion, unleashing his fury.

"Ludwik, stop... Have you lost your mind? Why are you hitting him?"

Whitney feared that if the beating continued, it might be fatal. What could possibly drive Ludwik to such violence against Bryce? In her own front yard, causing such a scene, Whitney was furious and tried to pull Bryce away from the unstoppable assault, "Enough!" "Ludwik, stop it." She tried to pull him away.

"Are you scolding me for another man again? Hitting me?" Ludwik's eyes reddened as he looked up. This scene was all too familiar; three years ago, she had hit him over Simon Perlman. "Oh, feeling pity for him now?" His voice was icy.

"You are being unreasonable." Whitney bit her lip, "He came to see me. This is my front yard. What right do you have to beat someone up here?"

"Because he deserves it! He took those photos and showed them to you, provoking me earlier. Such a low-life man, and you still let him near you, are you blind?" Ludwik shouted angrily. Whitney was stunned.

stand having any men around Whitney. Utter lawlessness." Ludwik's punch landed on Bryce's jaw as he laughed sarcastically, "A

were sent to me by Elaine, not him! What does

him the phone, her voice sharp, "The sender is Elaine, I'm not blind. Unlike you, Bryce wouldn't hurt me on purpose. Not like you, keeping an ex-wife hanging while moving on with a new love, and the ex-girlfriend using photos to torment

tears shone in the moonlight, sharp as knives, cutting deep into his heart. These words, favoring Bryce,

on the phone, his gaze sharpening at Bryce. Everything

coldly, "Yes, Bryce is the saint, and I'm the villain.

nights, he's been 'comforting' you, hasn't he? No wonder you

should I get back with a man who's all over the place? Forget it. And stop your

man was a sharp sting to his heart. The cold moonlight cast down, his eyes a frigid gleam, his heart aching unbearably. With a last scornful laugh at Bryce, his departure was as chilling as his presence, leaving

eased, but her heart ached unbearably. She turned to Bryce, crouched down to help him, asking, "Are you okay? How did you end up

to you, Mr. Lippert took an instant

sorry, did you come to see

happened to come by today to check on you, and about Sammy, I've been looking too, though

her mood sinking further,

gaze tender, "Whitney, when you said you won't get back with him, were those words

the photos and Ludwik's indifference towards Sammy, her heart heavy

softened, "It's good you've realized it. There's been too much between you two. I'll always be

respond, only managing