Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 484

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.

indeed stirred, wrapping his

he lacked the strength, and partly because he feared

her soft, fragrant scent secretly, "Whitney, if I die, I'd rather die

this," Whitney cried, still trying to resist, her pride and sorrow painfully intertwined, "You and

how else to explain. His relationship with Florence was never what she

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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

torture her like this,

word made her heart break, she was in so much

her body,

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

was pregnant and attacked on a construction site, he unhesitatingly

to save her, he was stabbed, choosing to ensure

the same, yet everything

him tightly, overwhelmed by a torrent

voices from above

her cheeks

and reassured her,

you feeling

naturally eased her,

their appearance as Parker's

Whitney's voice

parking garage's entrance, and within ten minutes, they

need medical attention!"

Ludwik onto the

in his

if something urgent was on the line, barely conscious, he

couldn't hear who was

pupils dilated for a few

puzzled. Was it Florence calling? Her

and he passed out, collapsing in the ambulance, the phone falling

"Medical assistance!" Whitney shouted.

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