Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1203

Whitney was completely baffled—she honestly couldn’t make sense of this guy’s bizarre anatomy.

“If Dr. Valentine can’t explain it, then I’m even more clueless,” Ludwik teased, his gaze lingering on her with a lazy curve to his lips. He lowered his voice, the tone a deep, playful rumble. “But you felt it, right? Kinda dangerous, huh?”

“…”

The cocky, devil-may-care look on his face made Whitney bite her lip, at a loss for words.

The threat she’d felt at her fingertips had been way too intense, and now she was overheating. All she wanted was to shake him off.

But Ludwik, playing the wounded puppy, grabbed her hand again, putting on an exaggeratedly pitiful face. “Take it easy on me, Whitney. Look, it’s been pining for you, barely hanging in there. If you go full Hulk-smash on it, my future happiness will be toast.”

And with that, this grown man actually bit his lip, looking like the world’s most miserable victim.

Whitney could’ve just slammed her head into a block of cheddar out of sheer exasperation. Her breath hitched, cheeks flushed. “So what do you want me to do?!”

He gave her a wicked, lazy grin, lounging back against the pillows like he owned the place, somehow managing to look both seriously concerned and shameless at once. “You’re the expert. Interact a little, check if things are really getting better.”

“Interact, my foot!”

Of course Whitney caught on to exactly what his not-so-innocent suggestion meant. He actually wanted her to…

Come on. The guy was barely alive, two days post-op. Did he really expect—

Ludwik’s handsome features twitched in protest, but when he saw her adorable scowl, he softened, laughing gently. “Come on, I’m not dumping anything on you. I’m injured! And this isn’t me being a creep—I’m just asking Dr. Valentine for a real checkup. I don’t want some random doc poking around my private business.”

“Yeah, right! If I’d been soft-hearted for even a second, you’d have gotten exactly what you wanted,” Whitney shot back, nailing his schemes dead-on.

Ludwik’s expression darkened, and he looked at her with mock despair. “You know, it’s been so long, I’ve almost forgotten what pleasure feels like.”

“Serves you right.” Whitney rolled her eyes, standing up with zero sympathy. “Don’t even dream about using me for practice.”

Face burning, she pivoted toward the door. “I’ll go call in a urologist. And then check on our daughter.”

Ludwik’s face went stormy; he was clearly suffering and sure he’d healed just fine. But this little brat wouldn’t give him even a taste of victory.