Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 476

Right now, she was like a porcupine, all prickles and spikes.

He furrowed his brows, trying to explain, "Things were chaotic, she was bleeding, and I accidentally bumped into you..."

Chaotic?

"A little burn, a bit of blood, and it all happens to Florence, and suddenly it's a crisis for you?"

Whitney couldn't help but laugh, a bitter, mocking laugh. He really did treasure that woman.

And what did that make her? Just another blade of grass underfoot?

"She indeed mustn't get hurt right now!" Ludwik's face was cold as he placed the antiseptic on the table, trying to make things clear. "Whitney, I don't want to see you two at odds again.

I know you don't like her, probably because I left Danny the other night, and you've held it against her.

What you did this morning..."

"What did I do?" Whitney exploded, "Ludwik, you think I'm still hung up on you, jealous because of your heartless actions, and taking it out on Florence by picking at her? Is that what you think?"

"I didn't say that," his lips pressed into a thin line.

Yet, the constant conflicts at the company brought him to these conclusions.

At this juncture, he hoped she would back down.

Even if Florence was doing it on purpose, just for these couple of days, couldn't she let it slide?

But her sharp tongue and actions didn't seem like she was going to let Florence off easy.

Ludwik couldn't disclose the real reason, so he had to forcefully make his request, adopting an indifferent tone, "Florence doesn't understand the company's policies and procedures, she's just here to gain some life experience, walking into someone's office isn't a crime, so let it go."

"Do you really think she doesn't understand, or is she pretending not to know?

She provokes me, and I pay her back in kind. This has nothing to do with you, so don't flatter yourself!"

Her words couldn't be clearer; she didn't care about him, wasn't jealous. She simply couldn't stand Florence.

indifference towards him, it stung, igniting his

me be clear then. Right now, I

already mocked her for just

accusation, everyone's saying she's incapable

narrative your subordinate

coldly, her laugh cutting through, "I need to create a narrative

out to be more than she is, Ludwik. After all these years, is this

colleagues' criticism, "Someone said that your

she making you coffee during work

plagiarism, she brought it upon herself, Ludwik,

would she bring a poorly made proposal to my office, with the same cover as mine, if not to make Sandy think it was

enabling her. You want me to

giving

her biting words like a slap across

amounted to nothing, unwilling to endure even the slightest

the truth about his mother's leukemia to prevent her from feeling guilty, what was

all for

anger and coldness churned

he kicked the medical

office," the

but not allowed the luxury

Ludwik rush Florence out to the waiting ambulance,

it!" Sandy vented to Whitney, "I don't get why Ludwik is so

cough and a burn, she's not going

tomorrow." She tried to make light of the situation. Sandy, trying to match her composure, sat down with the assistant,

-

At the hospital.

Florence woke up, but she refused the

up at the head of the bed, her voice

to apply ointment

moved

don't

least take the heart medication,"

blood pressure was dropping with each