Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 531

"Why'd you clam up all of a sudden?" Florence seized the moment as she noticed his gaze turning hazy, her arms wrapping around his neck, pressing for an answer, "Ludwik, tell me."

He couldn't say.

Ludwik's consciousness was fading, his mood softened by her shaking.

He barely smiled, shaking his head with a serious expression, "I don't want you drinking. Your stomach hasn't healed yet, forgotten already?"

Was that the reason?

But why was he staring at 'Whitney's' belly?

A shadow of doubt hovered in Florence's mind. She turned, grabbing a glass of wine, her voice filled with hurt, "You forbid me from drinking, but you can drink as much as you like? You're being unreasonable, and I'm really getting angry now. Maybe you should just leave? Get out of here!"

Ludwik felt a pang of sadness. Was she angry again?

Lately, she seemed to be getting upset more frequently, and he always seemed to be the cause.

He didn't want to leave.

He felt like he was dreaming, for only in dreams would she treat him with such kindness, smiling and leaning into his embrace willingly.

If it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

In a melancholic mood, Ludwik took the glass of wine she offered and downed it in one gulp.

His demeanor was gentle; who would have thought that the usually cold and aloof Ludwik could be so cautious and almost pleading, just to make her happy?

Florence watched him, feeling a thorn in her heart that dug deeper and deeper. Becoming less and less willing to accept this!

If she bore his child, he would treat her the same way eventually. He won't have room for Whitney in his eyes anymore; he would have no choice but to marry her!

Florence waited quietly as the effects of the alcohol and the drug he had taken began to take hold. Soon, Ludwik's handsome face was flushed unnaturally, sweat pouring down like rain over his firm muscles. The medication he had taken, combined with the alcohol, must be making him restless.

"Ludwik, you seem to be in discomfort, maybe you have a fever. Why don't you lie down and rest?" Florence suggested intentionally.

him, Whitney's gentle face driving him to the brink of

He tried to resist, standing up, wanting to put

shirt clinging to his muscular frame, her cheeks turning from pale to flushed. Suddenly, she clung to his arm, her fingers tracing the muscles as if

figure hovered

to break free, his pain

about Whitney's initiative, but

soft as water, pulling at his neck. Her fingertips on his shoulder

away, his gaze serious and dark,

wine cellar... when you had no choice but to ease the effects of the drug, sitting on top of me, crying, you don't know how excited

with images that made him burn with desire, his voice husky to the extreme. He couldn't take his eyes off

to reality, she quickly grabbed his hand, leaning in to kiss him, "I'm this beautiful, can you resist me? Kiss

as their lips were about to touch, Ludwik

unresponsive. "Stop!" His voice was stern, his brows knitted

"Why?"

Whitney, according to Elaine, he loved Whitney

her, his hand pressing against her abdomen, frustratedly angry, "Stop provoking

into the bathroom, almost fleeing as he shut the

face; her plan had failed! He saw her as Whitney, but ultimately, he restrained himself;

suspicion formed in

like taking care of one's body, he pushed her

when she questioned him, he covered it up in front

it, when did

The wine cellar...

blazed with

-

At the hotel.

to know which doctor Ludwik had consulted regarding Sammy's condition. What was the connection

couldn't resist and dialed Ludwik's number, hoping to inquire about the

call connected, and Whitney spoke up, "Ludwik, where

to bed. He's exhausted. If you need him, you should make

was weak

shouldn't sound like that late at night, Whitney knew

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