Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 338

Ludwik felt a jolt run through him at the touch of her soft, warm hands. It was as if electricity coursed through his veins.

His voice, rough and tinged with a hint of danger, accused, "You little troublemaker."

Whitney's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Honestly, she wished she could chop off her own hands right now. The tingling sensation at her fingertips sent shivers down her spine.

She tried to explain, her voice laced with a headache, "It was an accident, I was just here to grab some clothes..."

"Save it. Putting everything else aside, I know you were quite satisfied with what happened," Ludwik teased with a confident smirk tugging at his lips.

Silence. Whitney had never met someone so shameless. Her heart raced, threatening to burst.

Her face, a shade redder, her almond-shaped eyes slightly misted, gave her an unintentionally seductive look.

Biting her lip, she felt at a disadvantage, unsure of how to counter such a topic.

Her annoyed yet charming demeanor, biting her lip as if cornered in bed by him...

Ludwik's gaze darkened, his breath grew heavier, and he couldn't help but reach out to tilt her chin up slightly, his voice husky, "Lost for words? Agreeing by silence? Last time you dared to criticize my skills..."

"Agree my foot!"

With a huff, Whitney pushed him away with all her might. His body was hot, the muscles exuding the vigor of his prime.

Her cheeks flushed with both heat and annoyance. "For heaven's sake, Mr. Lippert, keep it together, will you? What do you think you're doing flirting with me?

'Davina's beloved fiancé' – shall I tattoo it on your forehead or what?"

Ludwik's face twitched. Flirting?

His handsome face turned a shade darker, not appreciating her dousing their spark with cold water.

The atmosphere turned awkward as he stepped back, releasing her waist and grabbing a towel, his voice dripping with dissatisfaction, "Flirting? Me? You're the one coming onto me. Get lost, haven't had enough?"

Oh, come on, big guy, whose house is this anyway?

You come to my house to shower, and you're accusing me of trying to seduce you?

Whitney rolled her eyes at his imposing figure, her face expressing disdain, "There’s nothing much to see, really. Seen one, seen them all."

Ludwik's veins bulged with anger. Nothing much to see?

Does she even realize how lucky she is, this infuriating woman, he thought bitterly, his voice laced with venom, "Have you no shame? ...'Seen one, seen them all?' How many have you seen exactly?"

"In the past three years, I've worked as an andrology nurse, Mr. Lippert. Seems like you've forgotten.

If it matters that much to you, then let me comfort you. It's great, really great..."

Her soft voice, that 'really great', almost made Ludwik lose his composure again.

His eyes darkened.

Leaving with a stormy face, he then caught her switching instantly to a radiant warmth towards Danny, "Danny, have you had dinner yet?"

"No, daddy didn't cook for me. Mommy, I'm so hungry. Feel so pitiful."

Whitney immediately shot Ludwik a glare before hurrying to the kitchen.

Ludwik watched his son's act of misery, sneering, "Relying on her to cook? You might as well starve. She can't hold a candle to your daddy's cooking!"

Danny rolled his eyes. Dad's cooking was fine, but variety is the spice of life.

Mommy's dishes were divine. He had sneaked a taste several times and was hooked.

Soon, Ludwik sensed an incredible aroma wafting from the kitchen.