Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 872

Whitney stood there, dazed, glancing down at her midi skirt that barely brushed her knees.

She was utterly speechless.

Is he out of his mind?

"Ludwik, if you're sick, go see a doctor, don't nitpick on me."

Whitney snapped back, her cheeks flushed with anger, "I'm begging you, all the women in the office dress like this, so what's the problem with me? Don't start trouble for no reason, will you?"

She felt he was just looking for trouble.

This guy really had some nerve. He hadn't even won her back yet and here he was, nitpicking?

Ludwik stared deeply into her innocent and angry eyes.

This woman was so naive, still oblivious to what he was actually concerned about.

Damn it, his gaze drifted to her shapely legs, his eyes warming up as he fought the urge to touch, and reminded her in a low voice, "Can't you dress like the other women? Tall and slender, when other women wear skirts to their knees, yours rides up, and then you let Danny wrap his arms around your thighs. Do you have any idea how many eyes were on you in the diner?"

His dark gaze swept the surroundings.

Indeed, some men quickly averted their eyes, as if intimidated by him.

Whitney, realizing belatedly, glanced around, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.

Was he complimenting her or criticizing her?

Feeling the warmth of his large hand on her lower back, she shivered slightly, afraid his hand might wander further under her blazer, and immediately stepped away, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just dressed normally. What's the big deal with a pencil skirt? How is that any of your business?"

"Do you want to attract men?" He instantly darkened.

His handsome face shadowed with jealousy.

Seeing his imposing figure, Whitney was initially scared, but then, noticing his sulking lips, she couldn't help but find amusement, defiantly retorting, "So what if I do? I'm about to be single again."

with anger, "Who helped you get single

you get single, so you could marry

pain of

do if he believed she

recoiled a bit, although not backing down entirely, she was clearly at

"You're ungrateful, Whitney."

his gaze

and I were bound to divorce, with or without your help. It was just a matter of

forced Bryce into this

gratitude,

spirit post-divorce. Although she wasn't surrounded by admirers

divorce tomorrow, start the proceedings. It

you think about meeting new men

you do one thing for me, and I should

by men for

mind what I think, but if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have married Bryce

isn't it just to atone for

arrogance fading. He had deluded himself into thinking that with their frequent meetings and the big favor he had done for her, she would surely feel grateful to him. Maybe she was verbally refusing to reconcile, but he hoped her

Her hurt and grievances wouldn't

was right, everything he was

he hadn't mistakenly trusted Florence back then, none

He softened his tone, not wanting to upset her any further, "I am atoning. I'll do everything I can to make

force you

I will crush every single suitor that comes

don't believe, with the

her lips, no longer wanting to engage

all the same to him, unyielding and

off his hand and walked away to sit

spicy

him, just a wolf in sheep's clothing,

Mommy, pondering, "Why should we fetch food? You should do it for Mommy. Isn't that what you're supposed to

coughed, turning to Danny, "Didn't you say you wanted to