Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 742

"Seriously? Now? Of all times?"

Did she even dare make a sound?

If Bryce walked in and found Ludwik kissing her, she might as well dig her own grave.

Frozen in shock, she couldn't move an inch.

Ludwik, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, cradled her blushing cheeks in his hands and deepened their kiss, indulging in the moment.

He knew he was pushing the boundaries.

But who could blame him? Tasting her sweet lips was like an addiction he couldn't shake off. Once he got a taste, stopping was the last thing on his mind.

In the dimly lit room, Ludwik's husky breaths echoed in Whitney's ears.

She was so tense she didn't dare to breathe, her heart struggling for oxygen, feeling weaker by the second.

Desperately, she clutched at his shirt, barely keeping herself upright.

In her mind, she was pleading for Bryce to leave, so she could push this infuriating man away.

But gradually, Ludwik's skillful kiss swept her away.

She felt as if she was floating on clouds, her heart pounding uncontrollably...

The sound of voices faded away from the study's doorway, unnoticed by her.

Suddenly, her phone's ringtone pierced through the air, startling Whitney back to reality.

She hastily pushed away the warmth in front of her!

Caught off guard, Ludwik stumbled back a couple of steps.

flushed face as he

answer, quickly silencing the phone and shoving it

raspy, lazy voice

him, turning to glare with eyes flashing

her neckline, "Are you sure you want to run

her dress strap

embarrassment was palpable, understanding his suggestive

a face turning darker, she aimed a slap at him, missing his face but hitting his

"You jerk, pervert."

his tongue flicking

look more

sauntered closer, leaning in, his eyes burning with intensity, "Whitney, suddenly, I'm quite interested in curing myself. Just in case you ever need

Whitney's face turned

what would life be like if he were

expression as if struck by lightning, "Shut up. I'm not

Given the severity of your injury,

eyebrow, "You didn't seem to think so that night. You said there was

her eyes, "Sometimes,

words were a death

playful and carefree demeanor, wished he could pull her

tasting your

it, circling back to the

was speechless, falling

laying a hand on me. I don't love you anymore, nor will I forgive you. Just remember all the wrongs

That's why I need a lifetime to make it up

knew

living without her made him feel like a walking corpse, aimless and desolate. Even his father's demands to return to the corporate world couldn't ignite his drive. It was her occasional tenderness that became his salvation, reigniting

he couldn't bear the thought of her with

deed was

"This is a three-day emergency

patience snapped, her polite upbringing lost to his