Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 484

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"Don't come any closer! Damn it, you're bleeding, stay still!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and soft like a desperate plea for him to listen.

Ludwik felt a pang of pain in his heart, but his thin lips curled up slightly, "Would you come to me, then?"

She wouldn't go to him. That was a chasm too deep. She couldn't forget the call from Florence, telling her about their rendezvous at the hotel... The distance between them was closing.

He was nearly at his limit, resorting to crawling, but even so, he wanted to save her.

Whitney's eyes were stained with tears as she bit her lip until it bled, wanting to distance herself further from him.

But she couldn't move, her body felt like a puddle, an intense heat making her soaked...

His large hand touched her ankle.

Her injured ankle, bleeding, her toes small and delicate, pink and soft as porcelain.

Looking at them, he felt a deep sense of tenderness, devoid of any distraction.

"Ludwik, no, please don't..." she clawed at the corner of the wall, her voice soft and weak, resisting yet wanting to indulge. Ludwik's hand moved up from the torn edge of her dress, wrapping around her waist, causing her to tremble at his touch.

His expression was grave, his features deep and serious, using the last of his strength to sit up beside her against the wall.

Looking at her flushed, tender face, his gaze remained sincere and focused. He reached for his belt, his trousers outlining his perfect form. He breathed lightly, "Come sit closer..."

"I can't," Whitney muffled her voice, hoarse and on the verge of breaking, "You'll die if we do this now."

"I'm more afraid of losing you," Ludwik spoke softly, his hand gently stroking her delicate ankle.

Whitney's heart shattered, tears streaming down her face.

She uncontrollably crawled toward him, clasping his strong neck, wrapping her arms around him like a soft, fiery cloud, burying herself in his embrace. Her eyes were wet, turning into springs.

moved, and indeed stirred, wrapping his

kiss her, partly because he lacked the strength, and partly because he feared

scent secretly, "Whitney, if

don't want this," Whitney cried, still trying to resist, her pride and sorrow

how else to explain. His relationship

smile was filled

came to him... In the darkness, only their breathing was heard, gradually growing as intense as fire. Ludwik struggled to hold her hand, intertwining their fingers, every bit of joy suppressed under the pain and despair. He whispered hoarsely, "Don't fear my death, even if

speak. Why did fate torture her

tender word made her heart

heart, like her body, couldn't help but

herself this was a desperate attempt at rescue, not to be soft-hearted, moved by pity, but he was willing to lay down

pregnant and attacked on

save her, he was stabbed,

seemed the same, yet everything

agony, hugged him tightly, overwhelmed by a torrent

from

cheeks

took a breath and reassured her,

"Are you feeling better?

saving her naturally eased her,

appearance as Parker's

here..." Whitney's voice was

the parking garage's entrance, and within ten minutes, they had cut through

attention!" Whitney

quickly carried Ludwik onto the ambulance, with Whitney

neared the hospital, Ludwik's phone in his

something urgent was on the line, barely

siren wailed, Whitney couldn't hear who was

expression changed drastically, his pupils dilated

Was it Florence calling? Her thoughts were

out, collapsing in the ambulance, the phone falling

"Medical assistance!" Whitney shouted.