Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 618

Whitney felt like she had been physically struck, her cheeks alternating between flushed red and pale with anger as she glared at him, her voice dripping with scorn. "Who are you calling 'wife'? How many more times do I have to tell you? I am Bryce's wife. The woman If she couldn't fight him off, she'd at least annoy him at every chance, shattering his deluded self-importance.

you're destined to marry is in New York, and her name is Florence. What we're doing is not right; you'll end up in jail sooner or later."

Sure enough, the mention of Bryce hardened the man's tender gaze momentarily, a storm of frustration passing through his eyes. However, Ludwik quickly regained his composure, his tone indulgently soft. "Don't try to provoke me, Whitney. After last night, you've completely come back to me. If torturing me makes you happy, I'll endure it with pleasure."

Whitney felt he was as receptive as a brick wall.

Feeling utterly powerless, she snapped at him, "I don't want to torture you. Please! I just want to stay away from you. I despise you!"

A shadow passed across his eyes, but then he looked at her with a devilish grin. "Oh, you say you despise me, but your performance last night suggested otherwise. We're a perfect match; you're well acquainted with pleasing me." Nonsense.

Whitney's face turned beet red at his insinuation, her dignity trampled underfoot. She wished she could tear his smug expression to pieces.

"You're talking nonsense! You plied me with drinks!"

Ludwik took a deep breath, his voice husky. "Yes, giving you alcohol was a mistake on my part, but your body doesn't lie. If you weren't deeply moved by me, you wouldn't respond the way you do. Baby, why not follow your body's lead?" He leaned in, kissing her nose tenderly.

Whitney didn't dodge, but retorted coldly, "Physical reactions are just primal instincts. I was happy with Bryce too. You can't compare to his gentleness and chivalry. You're just brutish and grasping..." "Say that again, I dare you!"

whisper broke the fragile calm, his eyes no longer serene

been nothing between you and him."

been together for nearly a month. It's normal for an

you. Why must you push me? You can tease me, but not like this. I can't take it. I don't want to hurt you. I'm trying so hard to

the helplessness of the previous night, regretting her provocation. If she angered him into a fit, escaping this cursed island would be

last night enough? Are you going to hit me now? Oh, I forgot, you have fits of rage. Fine, I'm just

lose control, I'm still a man first and foremost. I only want to love you. Why would I harm you? From now on, I'll cherish you forever. Whitney, deep down, I've

left hers, he wrapped her in a robe, his

holding a glass of water and a small pill-a

Whitney's heart sank.

seeing her hesitation, offered it coldly.

knew it. Despite his claims of wanting a child from

holding her hand as he explained ruthlessly, "Despite our closeness last night you admitted you and Bryce you might've been intimate in Banyan City days ago. I can't risk you carrying

had barely shared a kiss, feeling guilty towards him, she quickly swallowed the pill. She'd rather die than carry the child of a man

her most fertile time; she needed to

"Why

as he laid out clothes for

exhaling. In

the hot water washed away her tears, her thoughts became a jumbled mess-her sons, Bryce, and Ludwik's haunting words: "Whitney, deep down, I've never touched Florence.

eyes were so serious and cold when