Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1062 "But I saw it... Sammy was standing guard in the hospital room, even asking the doctors about the situation.

Maybe the baby girl was born sick, or else Ludwik wouldn't have rushed her to the hospital." "Something's not right here; the logic just doesn't add up..."

"I still believe it's not Florence's love child," Tiana tried to soothe Whitney, whose heart was on the verge of breaking.

Tears rolled down Whitney's cheeks as she forced a painful smile. "Then tell me, if it's not Florence's, which woman gave him a child?"

Tiana fell silent.

She furrowed her brow, thinking hard. There hadn't been any other woman around Ludwik.

Pregnancy...

A sudden thought flashed in Tiana's mind, and she blurted out, "Speaking of pregnancy, remember when Ludwik was obsessed with the idea that you were pregnant? He was hysterical and took you to the hospital for a check-up!

He was out of his mind, Whitney..."

"Whitney!" A deep, chilling male voice cut through the noise of the bar like a knife.

Whitney, holding her phone, slowly looked up, turning around.

Her tear-filled eyes met the tall, imposing figure of Ludwik standing at the entrance.

Her pupils trembled, and a fresh wave of cold tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision of his stern and deceitful features.

Whitney stood frozen, her gaze sharp and unyielding like a blade.

Ludwik's Adam's apple bobbed as he took a deep breath. He had turned back halfway and contacted the police to help find her.

It took two hours to track her to the bar.

He knew she must have lost control; otherwise, with her temperament, she wouldn't have come to drown her sorrows in a bar.

With a heavy sigh, he strode towards her, his presence so commanding that people naturally stepped aside.

as people moved away, leaving a clear space. The dim lights cast shadows over Ludwik's chiseled face, highlighting the deep, cold sheen in his dark eyes, burdened with worry and pain. "Whitney, whatever you think you saw, it's not the

a long time,

what was happening, she quickly averted her gaze and stood up. The alcohol made her sway as if her

long legs closing the distance between them. Whitney quickly stepped aside, moving so fast that she

She was drunk.

to steady her pale arm. Her slender wrist was instantly secured

if burned, her cold, desperate eyes seeing him as

"Whitney-"

your happy life and leave me out

"Calm down."

"I am calm."

low and steady. "You're saying the opposite. I can tell your eyes are swollen from crying. Please, just let me

it! Don't try to fool me! I'm not blind; the timing of the pregnancy and

struggled fiercely, pushing him away

he pulled her closer, trying to soothe her. "It's

even turned my own son against me, bringing him together with your daughter and making

rage and despair, unable to control

trembling shoulders, his cold hands lifting her chin, trying to sober her up. His eyes were deep and dark, like a stormy sea. "I'm

and her child into your life!" "She's not a love child, Whitney. You can't say that about

thing I'm guilty of is keeping the truth about your pregnancy from you. That's the only thing." Seeing her slipping from his grasp, Ludwik's

find her voice, her mind a bewildered mix of disbelief and irony. "What

The baby carries your genes; she's

and sadness as

numb as if all warmth

-

Her lips trembled. "...What?"

cupping her pale, beautiful face, his lips close to

mind went blank, filled with shock and disbelief, staring at

understand what you're saying." She bit her lip fiercely, tears streaming down her face, her expression one of utter bewilderment and

eight o'clock

with the Lippert family's dozen bodyguards. He squinted, watching