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Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191

She put down her phone expressionlessly and leaned against the headboard, gently cradling her still stomach. Despite her exhaustion, sleep eluded her

Her eyelids drooped, and as she listened to his uneven breathing, Whitney stared blankly at him

At some point, Ludwik’s large hand found its way to the edge of her stomach

It was probably just an instinctive motion in his sleep

A pang hit Whitney’s heart as she gazed at his face, surprisingly tender under the soft light, and a wave of uncertainty softened her

Maybe it was only in his dreams that he could let go of his hatred for her, only then remembering they were expecting a child

When awake, he didn’t want the child at all

Tears welled up in her eyes as she cautiously stroked his hair, her movements slight and ambivalent. Ludwik, I can’t fathom your heart. I don’t know what you’re thinking. Do you despise me to the bone, or is there a sliver of space for me? In your sleep, without malice, you fill me with a flicker of hopeExhausted, her words trailed off, and she collapsed onto the bed

Ludwik awoke amid a softness he recognized, surrounded by her scent and tenderness

He had slept surprisingly well. Opening his eyes, he found himself curled up in her arms

His cheek against her belly, he could hear the faint stirrings of the little one inside

His handsome face froze for a moment, filled with a chilling detachment that quickly blended with unguarded tenderness and longing

He looked up to see her pallid face, bruised at the neck and arms

Ludwik lifted her shirt, eyeing the tortured marks on her pale waist, his gaze impenetrable

Suddenly, she stirred slightly. His quickly let her shirt fall back into place

Whitney slowly came to, and the first thing she saw was his piercing eyes, contemplating her in silence

The air grew still, and he quickly moved to the headboard, lighting up a cigarette, his profile etched with postcoital devilry. Despite not wanting to recall last night, Whitney’s cheeks flushed at the sight of his exposed torso.

You look quite taken. Do I please you more than Bryce did?Ludwik sneered, misinterpreting her blush

Whitney felt as if doused in cold water. Last night could have been chalked up to his unmedicated frenzy. But this morning, was he still drunk

Or had he returned to his demonic self, needing to mock her to kickstart his day in good spirits?

Her hands trembled with the effort not to lash out, as she quickly got dressed

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What’s the rush?Ludwik flicked ash from his cigarette and hooked her chin, yesterday’s afterglow still on her face, a soft blush framing her delicate features

His 

eyes trailed down from her neckline, igniting a fire within him that he couldn’t resist

Before she could react, he pulled her back down

What are you doing now? Still drunk? You bastard, Ludwik! Let go of me. Last night, you promised to leave my cousin Yael alone.” 

Her reference to their deal sent his anger soaring

He gripped her shoulders, his own scent intoxicating him, his words dripping with cold sarcasm. You think one time is enough for a deal? You’re not that valuable!” 

Whitney staggered at his taunt

The fleeting warmth from his sleep, which she clung to for comfort, quickly dissipated

Dreams were dreams, and the harsh reality was the coldhearted man he became when he awoke. She sought his heart, but he turned their relationship into a stark transaction. He knew how to wound

The curtains closed out the morning light, and her voice was hollow. Please, don’t hurt our child. I beg you.” 

He paused, his face darkening, then continued

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An hour later, Ludwik turned away, dressing with his back to her

Whitney struggled to breathe, her petite face ashen, sweat beading from pain

His elegant shirt cloaked his brutishness as he regained his composure. Turning, his gaze coldly swept over her. Get up. Make me breakfast.” 

Whitney, incredulous, furrowed her brows. I can’t move. If you’re hungry, fend for yourself!” 

She cautiously touched her belly

Ludwik ignored her frailty, his lips curving cruelly as he threw back the covers. I left you with just enough energy to cook. If you want something from me, you’d best do as I say.” 

Realizing his ruthlessness, she wanted to smother him with pillows, but she forced herself up, her steps faltering as she descended the stairs

In the kitchen, even in an apartment, space was ample

The fridge held only a few basic ingredients

Drained, her lips were white, she managed to made some scrambled eggs

Pregnant, she needed nutrients, so she ate half before he emerged from the shower

Ludwik, his frame towering on the stairwell, watched her silently, his gaze unreadable

Deep within, he loathed himself for being with her twice

Last night’s excuses were illness, drunken madness

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But that morning, sober, he was supposed to despise her, with no room for sentiment 

Yet, his body betrayed him. The night’s passion led to another loss of control 

She couldn’t know, so he lashed out verbally, reducing it to a transaction

Seeing her empty, despairing expression, he found no joy in his vengeance

Unhappy himself, he cycled through tormenting her

Watching her tremble as she walked, a heaviness settled in his chest

These emotions were beyond his control. He didn’t understand this was love and hate intertwined

Felix, slipping in quietly, noticed Mr. Lippert staring fixedly at the kitchen, his fists clenched

He understood Mr. Lippert’s turmoil well

Last night, Mr. Lippert had…. 

Felix coughed inwardly, the sounds reaching him even downstairs

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