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.

highlighting the deep, cold sheen in his dark eyes,

remained unresponsive for a long time, slowly thawing under

her sway as if her heart was being tossed around in hell. She gritted her teeth and called to

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

She was drunk.

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

if burned, her cold, desperate eyes seeing him

"Whitney-"

happy life and leave me out

"Calm down."

"I am calm."

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

try to fool me! I'm not blind; the

pushing him away with all

grip tightened as he pulled her closer, trying

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

rage and despair, unable to control the humiliation burning within

lifting her chin, trying to sober her up. His eyes were deep and dark, like a stormy sea. "I'm not proud; I'm tormented

allowed Florence and her child into your life!" "She's not a love child,

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

bewildered mix of disbelief and irony. "What pregnancy?

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

sadness as he spelled it out, his

numb as if all

-

Her lips trembled. "...What?"

large hand cupping her pale, beautiful face,

with shock and disbelief,

don't understand what you're saying." She bit her lip fiercely, tears streaming down her face, her expression one of utter bewilderment and

airport, eight o'clock at

squinted, watching Bryce's car parked