Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 532

The air was thick with tension!

Florence's gaze was stiff as she watched Ludwik dress with cold detachment, his presence chilling to the bone.

She was determined, refusing to let this go.

Tears trickled down her cheeks as Florence looked down, sobbing, "It's alright. Ludwik said he didn't touch me, so let it be. You deny that we slept together, for your sake, I won't spread the word. I'll just quietly cherish the sweetness and the pain of last night..." "I've said it before, I would never touch you!" Ludwik spun around, towering over her, his face etched with scorn. "Other than Whitney, I have no interest in anyone. You probably don't get it, but I have my quirks. So framing me? Forget it!"

His voice was not loud, but it froze the room.

Grabbing his tie, he strode towards the door.

Florence called out from behind him, her voice laced with self-mockery, "Ludwik, have you forgotten? Last night, you held me, calling out 'Whitney' all night long. You were drunk, mistaking me for your sister. Think about it!" Ludwik's stride faltered.

His mind wasn't entirely blank; fragments of memories lingered. In those fragments, he vividly remembered seeing Whitney. A Whitney who paid him attention, smiled at him, snuggled against him with a flirtatious charm. He had a drink, then found himself over Whitney. But Whitney couldn't have been here.

This was the Sheldon family mansion, Florence's bedroom!

Damn...

Did he really mistake Florence's somewhat similar face for Whitney's?

No, his tolerance for alcohol wasn't that poor.

Why would he mistake someone?

What exactly happened last night?

As he strained his memories, all he could recall was taking an amoxicillin pill given by Dr. Ryan. Everything after was a blur.

Ludwik's eyes flashed with a sharp, icy depth as he turned back to face Florence.

Florence was pale, her flirtatious demeanor seemingly unchanged, shrinking back against the headboard, clutching the sheets. Yet, despite the apparent terror in her eyes, a layer of composure was unmistakable beneath.

even drunk. What did you do to me?" Ludwik leaned in, his gaze threatening enough to make Florence believe he was moments away

to you? You were just too drunk, there are bottles and your glass on the floor."

invited you. But after you drank too much, everything spiraled out of control. It's my fault for not

The headache and fatigue made him

you don't believe me, then go get checked. At the end of the day, you just don't want to take responsibility for

not. Even if I did, what makes you think I'd take responsibility? I don't like you. How much I

amount, ten million dollars. Her face turned a shade of purple with rage. He was trying to silence her with a mere ten

clenched her teeth

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up the wine bottle, his expression dark and fierce as he left the

At the hospital.

doctor to

vials of blood, the results came back

"Ludwik, there were no traces of aphrodisiacs

cold, both surprised and

Is there a way it wouldn't show up in

doctor replied, "It's hard to say. Your body metabolizes substances faster than the average person. If someone sped up your metabolism or gave you an antidote, then the blood test wouldn't show anything unusual." He

"None, Mr. Lippert."

Florence had done, she

shirt pocket, handing it to the doctor, "Test this for any drug

"Of course, Ludwik."

Ludwik left the hospital, the morning sun glared red,

Lippert, did you accidentally take some kind of stimulant last night at the Sheldon

to believe anything happened. But I

fists,

was drunk and confused...

halted his thoughts, "Mr. Lippert, where

Whitney get her

on his way

I'll take