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.

shadows over Ludwik's chiseled face, highlighting the deep, cold sheen in his dark eyes, burdened with worry and pain. "Whitney, whatever you think

long time, slowly thawing under his imposing

sway as if her heart was being tossed around in hell. She gritted her teeth and called to the bartender, "Check, please,

move, just listen to me," Ludwik said, his long legs closing the distance between

She was drunk.

Her slender wrist was instantly secured

if burned, her cold, desperate

"Whitney-"

happy life and leave

"Calm down."

"I am calm."

sighed, his voice low and steady. "You're saying the opposite. I can tell your eyes are swollen from

me! I'm not blind; the timing of

fiercely, pushing him away

closer, trying

my own son against me, bringing him together with your daughter and making me look like a fool.

unable to control the humiliation burning

were deep and dark, like a stormy sea. "I'm not proud; I'm tormented day and night!

and her child into your life!"

That's the only thing." Seeing her slipping from his grasp, Ludwik's eyes darkened, his voice turning cold and commanding. His words

voice, her mind a bewildered mix of disbelief and irony. "What pregnancy? Now

yours! The baby carries your genes; she's the life you brought into

as he spelled it out,

numb as if all warmth had

-

Her lips trembled. "...What?"

Ludwik said, his large hand cupping her pale, beautiful face, his lips close to her ear, each word

went blank, filled with shock and disbelief, staring at

her lip fiercely, tears streaming

the airport, eight

the Lippert family's dozen bodyguards. He squinted, watching Bryce's car parked and his figure disappearing