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!"

serene as he

Swear to me, there's been nothing between you and him." His voice

gaze, her breath quivering. "Think about it. Bryce and I have been together for nearly a month. It's normal for an

I don't want to hurt you. I'm

of fear akin to the helplessness of the previous night, regretting her provocation. If she angered him into a fit, escaping

she choked back tears. "Wasn't last night enough? Are you going to hit me now? Oh, I forgot, you have fits of rage.

would I harm you? From now on, I'll cherish you forever. Whitney, deep down, I've never touched Florence. I haven't betrayed you. Whether you believe it or not. But you and Bryce... consider it my punishment for failing you. Let's call it even. Let's not mention him

he wrapped her in a robe,

entered, holding a glass of water and

Whitney's heart sank.

seeing her hesitation, offered it

wanting a child from her,

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 someone else's child. You're only to bear

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

was her most fertile time; she needed to escape

coldly addressed Ludwik, "Why are you

as he laid out clothes for her. "Get dressed and come down. I'll make

Whitney leaned against the door, finally exhaling. In the

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

all a lie? His eyes were so