Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 559

"There's nothing left to discuss," Whitney's voice was flat, cool, and detached.

"Are you angry?" Ludwik tightened his grip on her, his large hand inadvertently causing her pain. Yet, his tone was cautious, and his ice-cold eyes seemed to storm with emotion, all for her. But now, as she looked at him, this breathtakingly handsome man, all she felt was revulsion. Deceived and misled time and again, their relationship was beyond repair! "Bryce, would you mind showing our guest out?" Whitney turned, her steps towards the study cold and distant.

Suddenly, her wrist was seized with a strong grip. Ludwik's temples throbbed, yet he spoke with restrained calm, "Don't provoke me, Whitney. I won't ask why Bryce showed up at your place early in the morning. I don't have time for him right now. All I want is a moment to speak with you."

Whitney was pulled slightly toward him by his force. But her gaze remained fixed outside the window, not sparing him a glance. Ludwik felt a sting at her cold, delicate indifference, and the way she seemed to erase his presence, burning him. He lifted her in his arms and carried her towards the balcony, carefully placing her down.

Click! The man's long fingers firmly closed the balcony door. Inside the living room, Bryce's expression darkened! He moved towards the balcony. Felix entered swiftly, blocking his path with a smile, "Mr. Lutz, give them a moment to talk, won't you? Besides, this is Ms. Valentine's house. You're supposed to be a guest here."

Bryce sneered lightly at Felix's words. "What are you laughing at? This isn't your house, is it?" Felix retorted, his voice cold.

Bryce didn't reply, instead casting a meaningful glance towards the balcony and Ludwik's stern profile, "No matter how long they talk, a broken mirror can't be mended. Mr. Lippert coming here early in the morning is just slapping his own face. Does he think he can force or tempt Whitney again? That's outrageous!" He laughed coldly.

worry evident as he looked towards

balcony. The morning dew brought a chill that even the sunlight couldn't dispel, enveloping Whitney. Seeing her stand there, Ludwik removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, his towering presence enveloping her delicate form. Blocked from the light, Whitney, as if stung, pushed him away, throwing his jacket to the ground. She stepped into the sunlight, her eyes cold and distant, but as the sunlight touched her face, she seemed to

you can't catch a chill now!" Ludwik frowned, his voice gentle and hoarse, "Whitney, please don't do this. Florence's pregnancy... it's her plot, and I won't acknowledge the child wanted to explain yesterday, but you were hiding. I waited outside this villa for a

one for me. Once we can get a paternity test in three months, everything will be clear. She's going to pay for what she's done! It's just that my father's involved now,

in front of

into cotton. She was that cotton now, no longer facing him head-on with fiery arguments. He couldn't fathom her thoughts. Her indifference

that I've never cared for Florence. She has no chance of marrying into the Lippert family, despite my father's fondness for her. That's what I forced

agreeing yesterday, in exchanet

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seen the news... I'm in

me will solve the issues with Florence and the public scrutiny. Our marriage will silence the critics. And I

to ask right now, and it's unreasonable. You don't have to truly marry me; a fake marriage would do, as long as

no response. After a while, she looked at him with a cold, mocking smile. Ludwik's pupils darkened as he grasped her hand, "Speak your