Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 530

Ryan hurried through the night, his two bodyguards in tow, as they helped Ludwik into the Sheldon family's ancient mansion, taking him directly to Florence's bedroom on the second floor. "What dosage did you administer?" Florence asked, laying the man on her bed, her gaze fixed on Ryan.

Ryan squinted. "Ms. Sheldon, given Ludwik's robust constitution, I had to use a heavy dose to ensure he'd be out."

"How long will he be under?"

"No more than an hour. But rest assured, the sedative won't harm his bodily functions."

Florence, looking down at Ludwik's striking features, couldn't help but smile, grateful for her and Ryan's meticulous planning. Despite Ludwik not touching the drugged meal, Ryan's concoction was foolproof.

Florence took a sip of milk, coughed lightly, and with a sharp look in her eyes, she pressed, "What did he ask you when he took you aside?"

"Ludwik was genuinely seeking medical advice for his asthma..."

Ryan glanced towards the bed before lowering his voice, "The kid has it too; it's likely hereditary."

Florence frowned. "But I've never heard of Ludwik having asthma. You don't think he was fishing for information?"

Recalling his conversation with Ludwik, Ryan concealed the fact that he had discreetly prescribed asthma medication for Sammy.

"He didn't ask anything out of the ordinary, and there was nothing probing in his tone. You can trust me, Ms. Sheldon; I didn't give anything away."

Despite her doubts, Florence had more pressing matters to attend to. She extended her hand, "Give me the aphrodisiac."

"Right away." Ryan turned to fetch it from his medical bag.

affairs, specifically whether Elaine had been intimate with him. Elaine's reaction was telling; she mocked Florence's ambition to

confident in her vulnerability

called to

was determined to leave nothing

-

body drenched in sweat, his shirt clinging to his well-defined torso. Disoriented, he stumbled towards the counter in search

gaze fixed on her, his mind clouded and chaotic. Struggling to stand, he pointed at

quickly closed the distance, taking his finger into her hand, her breath warm on his

body tensed

leaned closer, her voice soft and convincing,

chest as she led him back

was blurred, reality and illusion merging indistinguishably. The woman before him seemed to transform into the captivating Whitney. "Whitney,

else could it be?"

stumbled into my hotel, remember? We're divorced now, yet here you are, again. en

words were designed to

OUMS

reality shattered, seeing in Florence the anger and allure of Whitney

heavy with sincerity but met with Florence's

tie and shirt buttons, Ludwik's discomfort grew. His memories

him something was amiss, but Florence

was

left in him. With a

pinned him down. She then burst into a girlish giggle, "If you're not up for a shower, no worries. Just take a seat. I've got a couple of

and we can

a little