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?"

was wearing thin. Husband? He's really

wearing, a casual departure from his usual button-up and slacks. The morning light and the white-themed decor made him look like a young man, his dark hair falling softly around

handsomeness?" He teased, noticing her dazed

to win your heart with my cooking. I believe I can do it

chicken with his fork and brought it to

his audacity. "When have you

deepened, "Remember how many times I cooked

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 kitchen, teaching her to make

memories surfaced, casting a shadow over her clear

his

placing the chicken 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

tell me, which deserted island

on her plate. "Try the egg, is it creamy

he was being

the egg with her fork, her tone chilly, "Creamy? Mr. Lippert clearly hasn't tasted Bryce's cooking. Don't bother, my tastes have been refined by Bryce's cooking for a month. I can hardly stomach yours." Ludwik's good mood was shattered by the mention of "Bryce," his clenched fists betraying

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

yet you seem to be enjoying it quite a bit. Why not admit it? You still crave

hear that name again! Whitney, you're pushing me too

met his gaze head-on,

a normal conversation with

you'd actually answer