Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1047

Parker glared at the shattered mouse on the floor, his mischief-filled face turning dark as night. "Damn it, Ludwik. Was that really necessary? Trying to stab me in the lung or what? You aiming for murder?" "Shut your trap," Ludwik retorted, his face darker than a burnt pan, his icy glare cutting through the air.

But considering his own 'condition,' he clenched his jaw, unable to come back with anything.

"Ooh," Parker taunted, walking over, oblivious to danger. "Got a bit touchy, did we? Or did Whitney finally give you the boot?"

"You asking for it?"

Another file flew through the air with chilling force.

Parker, barely holding back his laughter, nimbly dodged it, his lean chest vibrating with suppressed chuckles.

He eyed Ludwik's muscular frame always the cream of the crop, a real masterpiece from the heavens.

Older by a few years, but physically, Ludwik was in a league of his own.

Just look at those perfect legs, fierce abs, and that mesmerizing body ratio.

And beneath that crisp white shirt, a chest tight with tension. And Whitney's not into this?

Must be blind, that woman. Doesn't know what she's missing.

But speaking of being blind, Tiana's no better.

Ignoring his own superior physique and strength... sigh.

Parker got back to the point, trying to give some brotherly advice, "If you wanna get rid of Bryce and Florence quickly, don't shoulder all the pressure yourself.

The mess in Emperor City, including my uncle's troubles, it's not your fault.

Without your early actions against Bryce, that guy would've gotten greedy and targeted Inko Group sooner or later anyway.

overburden yourself with responsibility, Ludwik. It'll wear you

so much from you, I just found out

still in the dark about

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even seen Whitney, let alone find time to chat with her, get a feel for how she

a thin line, falling silent as his slender fingers paused

the work, don't forget to show some tenderness

day, try to cheer her

tonight, take some time tomorrow morning to go back, take a shower, and see Whitney. Otherwise, she'll think you don't care about her. And with your daughter's situation as it is, if you don't show Whitney any consideration, how's she supposed to accept

replied, his voice low

his phone. Whitney hadn't called him since

ask something, but he had deliberately

She must be angry.

his rugged fingers, coldly pressing against his temples, his sharp

few days, and the Lippert family was nowhere to

anger that had

wasn't just about being busy; when he was,

attitude, how could Whitney believe

brainwashed by Camilla's constant nagging about 'getting

few days. Her focus was on her sons, trying to figure

quaint townhouse, after dinner

upstairs to his study to finish up work for

returned to their

a maid,

down from their chairs, taking advantage of Whitney helping the maid clear the table to exchange a look. Danny said, looking up, "Mommy, Sammy and I are gonna go upstairs to watch cartoons. If you wanna

focusing on the dishes in her hands, noticed her

stopping them, "Hold on,

the leftovers, normally a food lover, but now devoid

their little sister in the hospital, looking so pitiful, they'd lost their appetite,

in the hospital, so