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Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155 

Ludwik’s tone was cool and emotionless, and Whitney could not comprehend his emotions

Her heart raced as she jerked back, feeling like it might leap right out of her throat

Why was he in the kitchen

Ludwik eyed her suddenly downcast face, saying nothing as his long fingers covered her pale ones. He expertly took the spatula to sauté the morels in the pan, skillfully bringing the water to a boil

Whitney was a mess of nerves, unable to comprehend why he would still want to be near her

Trapped in his scorching embrace, unable to break free, she did not know how to escape 

The water’s boiling,he reminded her, his voice nasal, hinting at a cold

Oh,Whitney replied stiffly, reaching for the pot

The man assisted her, pouring out the water with ease

Natalie’s silhouette lingered at the kitchen entrance, her laughter peeking through

Turning her head, Whitney started to grasp what he meant

Pretending to go along with it, she did not dodge him anymore, and he instructed, Add just a bit of oil.” 

She reached for the oil bottle, her pinky finger instinctively raised in a delicate and graceful manner, pouring just a little and waiting for his cue

Ludwik squinted, watching her dainty, onionlike fingers, his husky voice commanding. Pour more.” 

Add the morels,he directed

Whitney quickly scooped up the morel slices, her cooking skills obviously lacking

The man enveloped her tiny hand with his, taking up the spatula

Their bodies were so close in the warm kitchen that it gave Whitney a dizzying sensation as if the warmth. inside her was returning

But was this just a fleeting dream

Perhaps he knew it too, hence this last close moment he allowed

Her heart felt pricked by a needle, sharp and stinging, and Whitney silently wished for time to slow down

Just a little slower

Yet the dishes were quickly prepared

His long legs carried him out of the kitchen, leaving the warmth behind and returning to his frosty demeanor. The lavish marble dining table was soon laden with a feast, cakes, pastries, and exquisite wine glasses

Natalie was lighting romantic candles, inviting Whitney to take a seat

At the grand table sat only three people

Natalie seemed particularly joyful, sighing. It used to be just the two of us for New Year’s, so dreary and quiet. Now, with Whitney and the baby on the way, we’re still few, but I think your happiness will grow,” 

Her face beamed with joy

Whitney’s expression stiffened, her inner turmoil whispering, could their happiness really grow

No, this was their first New Year’s together, probably the last

Ludwik remained silent across the table, his face as impassive as ever

Chapter 155 

He poured himself a glass of wine, his long fingers swirling it before drinking it with ley detachment

The silence spread around the table until Natalie nudged her son, Don’t you have something to say to Whitney

Ludwik set down his glass, wiping his lips with a napkin, his gaze coolly meeting Whitney’s

She froze in her seat, her heart feeling locked in a box, suffocating 

She knew what he was about to say, what she had been awaiting

She had caused his company trouble, United Realty Corporation, to face a significant loss, and he would not forgive her

So be it, a clean break 

Her fingertips trembled slightly, as if pricked by needles, unbearably painful

Yet he stood, towering over her, holding a small velvet box, the royal blue case sliding under the romantic candlelight to Whitney’s stunned presence

He leaned against the table, looking down, his deep eyes fixed on her, Open it.” 

Confused, Whitney did

Inside was a stunning diamond ring that left her speechless 

In a complex, grave tone, Ludwik said, Whitney. Did you make a mistake in the bid on purpose? I won’t ask. I can forgive that error. If you thought your mistake would anger me, drive me away, and set me free with Elaine, you need not have bothered. I won’t have it.” 

His gaze darkened. What exactly went wrong between us? I don’t understand. It seems to be over?” 

A mocking, pained smile flickered in his eyes

Her heart clenched, and she bit her lip hard, fearing she would be overwhelmed by desolation

He looked at her intently, his voice a low whisper, “I don’t want it to end! Nor do I want to lose you. Take your time to consider wearing this ring. Give us one last chance. If you’re not wearing it tomorrow morning, I won’t force you.” 

After his resolute words, he returned to his seat, the man who always seemed so untouchable

But what had he just done

Whitney’s heart trembled

He was proposing to her 

Stunned, she gazed at the ring, simple yet centered with a rare pink diamond

Was it a symbol of her uniqueness, and how much did she mean to him

Her fingers hid under the table, shaking uncontrollably as Natalie took her hand, placed the ring in her palm, and folded her fingers over it, her voice filled with significance. Whitney, he designed this himself. You must wear it. I swear, he’s never said anything like this in his life.” 

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