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."

eyes flashed with anger, "Who

so you could marry another

furious, feeling the pain of digging his own grave,

he might do

she was clearly at a disadvantage, "Watch your language, the kids are

"You're ungrateful, Whitney."

his gaze

shrugging, "Bryce and I were bound to divorce, with or without

forced Bryce into this divorce for

any gratitude, so

a free spirit post-divorce. Although she wasn't surrounded by admirers yet, he sensed a

her delicate hand tightly, "I'll have the court file for divorce tomorrow, start the proceedings. It won't be hard to get

meeting new men

pouting, "So you do one thing for me, and I should submit and sell myself

unwanted by men for the rest

weren't for you,

you're doing now, isn't it

look, his 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 heart felt

Her hurt and

she was right, everything he was

he hadn't mistakenly trusted Florence back then, none of

not wanting to upset her any further, "I am atoning. I'll do everything I can to make it up to you and our sons for the

I won't force you with

single suitor that

own capability, and you can't complain. I don't believe, with

longer

all the same to

his hand and walked

loves tofu, dessert, and spicy hot

wolf in sheep's clothing, pretending for

it for Mommy. Isn't that what you're supposed to do?" Ludwik just wanted to get rid of the

you wanted to make Mommy happy?