Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 489

Florence felt his gaze, cold as a winter storm, and knew she couldn't help but fear him in his presence. Yet, she was determined to make him regret underestimating her, to remind him who really had the upper hand in their deal.

On the surface, she played the part of the vulnerable damsel, her voice quivering, “Ludwik, it’s not like I didn’t want to donate blood. I was feeling terribly under the weather last night, so I couldn’t. I thought we could discuss it when you arrived.”

“And what? You decide to bail on my mom at the last minute?” Ludwik's voice was frosty.

“It’s not like that,” Florence replied, her eyes welling up with tears. “You left me alone last night, and I was scared to go to the hospital by myself. Now that you’re here, we can figure it out together.”

The accusation and the veiled threat in her words were crystal clear.

“What do you want? An apology?” His laugh was as cold as ice.

Florence shivered slightly, her lips pursed thoughtfully. “I want you, Ludwik, to act more like a boyfriend. Not just someone who’s always there, but never really there. You’ve never even held me when I was sick. That’s not what you promised when you agreed to be the perfect boyfriend.”

Ludwik sneered, “You think this deal is not worth it anymore?”

His words were sharp as knives.

Florence couldn’t feel a shred of affection from him. Indeed, she was right; he’d sacrifice everything for Whitney, but couldn’t spare a bit of love for her!

So, her previous strategy of being docile and compliant seemed pointless. If she couldn’t touch his heart, how could she ever secure her place as Ludwik's wife?

Florence looked pitifully at him, “Ask yourself, Ludwik, have you ever really cared for me? I’m offering my blood and bone marrow, my very life, for your mother.”

“But you said it was voluntary, didn’t you? Is your generosity so fickle? Or did I misjudge you from the start, Florence?”

His words were loaded, and the chill in his demeanor was palpable.

“When did you start snooping on my calls and deleting records? When did you find out about Whitney and me?”

Suddenly, Ludwik recalled Whitney’s words, suggesting Florence’s acquaintance with him wasn’t mere coincidence. Perhaps she had known about Ludwik all along.

But back then, Ludwik dismissed Whitney’s accusations of Florence being a gold-digger, especially after Florence called off their engagement claiming she was terminally ill. Yet, her ambition became evident, particularly during the S-T Group competition, making Ludwik tolerate her only to ensure his mother’s blood transfusion.

But his patience didn’t make Florence any less ambitious.

Ludwik waited for her response, simultaneously voicing his speculation, “The day you brought me back to the Sheldon family, you lied about not knowing Whitney? You targeted her in the competition to win?”

Florence knew she couldn’t hide under his piercing gaze, but she certainly wouldn’t admit the truth. Her tears fell, “Ludwik, why would you think so poorly of me? I only found out about you and your sister recently. I didn’t mean to pick on her; I just felt betrayed because you lied about knowing her. I accidentally hung up her call last night because I didn’t want her contacting you…”

Ludwik remained expressionless at her response. His icy gaze didn’t waver. Whether the call went through or not wasn’t his immediate concern. But Whitney had told him that he wouldn’t save her – words that must have come from Florence, proving her deceit and duplicity.