Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 791

Whitney spun around, eager to get away. "I'm done dealing with you. If my uncle sees me not back soon, it'll be trouble.

And lay off Bryce, will you? If you stir things up, it'll only get messier between us."

No sooner had she been roughed up, Ludwik was already plotting to confront Bryce. That would just scream to Bryce that she had snitched. That was the last thing Whitney wanted.

"Whitney, do you really think things between us can ever be clear again?" Ludwik's voice was soothingly warm. "We're way past that point. You keep defending me, throwing harsh words but always siding with me in your heart. I don't buy that I'm not in there somewhere." "Ludwik, shut up!" Whitney snapped back, her patience worn thin.

But her retort pulled at the cut on her cheek, sending a sharp pain across her face. "Ah, ouch..."

"What's wrong, does it hurt? Stop shouting," Ludwik said, concern lacing his voice as he thought about dashing to the mansion's entrance to grab some first aid.

Whitney grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Do you want my uncle to see you?"

At least his SUV was blocking the view.

The man looked at her, visibly distressed by her facial injury, unsure of what to do. "Then how about I blow on it to ease the pain, Whitney?"

He leaned in close, his breaths warm and teasing against her skin amidst the chilly night air.

Whitney's lashes fluttered under his gentle breaths, slightly amused and irritated by his awkward attempts to comfort her. "Are you treating me like a kid? Stop, that's not going to help with the pain. If you really want to make me feel better, just stop getting on my nerves." "When have I ever upset you? I'm just speaking the truth. And as for Bryce, don't worry about him. He hurt the woman I love. If I don't teach him a lesson, what kind of man would I be?" Ludwik's tone was calm, but his gaze was icy.

Whitney glared at him, at a loss for words.

She tried to change the subject, casting a glance towards his midsection with a teasing edge, "Well, you're hardly a man now, as far as I could tell."

low and threatening, "Just wait, being under the weather is temporary. You saw in the bathroom that night; it's not like I'm completely out of the game... just a bit hurt. I'm getting treatment.

dirty; you were the one

after Bryce because you're actually looking out for me, right? Now that I'm down on my

taken aback by his

piercing gaze seemed to see

flustered tone, "Get over your delusions. I just don't want you messing with my husband and throwing my

neck, "Look at you, chasing

down only to realize her blunder. In her rush, she

in a tank

height offered him an almost complete view, flushing

"Asshole."

times before; it's

embarrassment sent Whitney over

his coat around

a sense of satisfaction. She made him feel strong and protective. A slight smile played on his lips, especially when he saw her grab the medicine he had offered before heading inside. He took his time returning

in her room, the cold air helping her regain composure, she glanced out the window at

death of Audrey and

gripped her. What if Ludwik one

Whitney hesitated,

-

I'm warning you again, stay away from Bryce, or I'll never speak

his face in the dim light. She was still being stubborn, claiming she didn't care about

here she was, worried enough to send

Ludwik knew he