Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 619

Whitney stood there, baffled and frustrated, as the housemaid in front of her just waved her hands dismissively, speaking in what might as well have been gibberish to Whitney.

She was starting to think they were speaking some indigenous dialect from God-knows-where. Out of desperation, she began to gesture wildly, trying to communicate. After a struggle, she managed to fish out a phone from the maid's pocket, only to be stunned. It was an ancient flip phone, and the language on it was completely alien to her, let alone downloading any apps. After borrowing a few more phones, with no luck, Whitney was at her wit's end. What kind of godforsaken place was this?

"Ma'am," the butler came by just in time, clearing his throat politely. "Mr. Lippert has prepared breakfast for you. Please, if you would join him now."

Whitney pursed her lips and turned away.

The butler glanced at the housemaids, signaling them to leave, then said, "I apologize, ma'am. These maids are not very fluent. They only know how to say 'sir' and 'ma'am' in English. If you need anything, you can ask me."

"Ask you?" Whitney looked at him, unamused. "Can you lend me a smartphone?"

The butler scratched his head, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I only follow Mr. Lippert's orders."

Huffing, Whitney quickly made her way through the hallway.

She entered the dining room, decorated in a classic American style. Ludwik, donning an apron, gracefully presented the breakfast with his slender fingers.

Whitney scanned the table: there was oatmeal, avocado toast, scrambled eggs, sunny-side-up eggs, and a vibrant assortment of fresh fruits.

Ludwik, removing his apron with a swift, charming motion, looked at her. "Whitney, let's see if my cooking skills have rusted, shall we?"

Husband? He's really settling into this

Stripped of his apron, his tall frame was clad in a white tee, similar in color to what she was wearing, a casual departure from his usual button-up and

off guard by my handsomeness?" He teased, noticing her dazed

your heart with my cooking. I believe I can do it again, silly. Don't just stand there, give it a

piece of chicken with

back to reality, almost choking on his audacity. "When have you ever

I cooked for

he was too busy to cook. The rare occasion she remembered was during their rockiest phase, on New Year's Eve when Natalie had asked her to come back. He had held her in the

yet lingering memories surfaced, casting a

his

in her mouth and sitting down to drink some water, his gaze softening. "I didn't do enough before, but from now on, I'll cook breakfast, lunch and dinner for you. I'll make sure you won't enjoy anyone else's cooking but mine. Sweetheart, what would you like for lunch? We have

replied, "Just tell me, which deserted island

elegantly placing half of it on

knew he was being stubborn

Bryce's cooking. Don't bother, my tastes have been refined by Bryce's

on her meal. Despite her disdain for him, she wouldn't let it ruin her appetite, especially

hard to swallow, yet you seem to be enjoying it quite a bit. Why not admit it? You still crave the flavors I create." Whitney scoffed, "Your cooking

you this morning, I don't want to hear that name again! Whitney, you're pushing me too far," Ludwik warned,

his gaze

normal

you'd actually answer