Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 312

Especially after he bought those five boxes of whatever it was, following her like a shadow. Whitney's lips twitched slightly, her gaze wary.

Ludwik felt a cold sweat soaking his back, his voice hoarse and deep as he looked at her. "Do you know how to treat an illness?"

Treat an illness? Of course, she could.

But the real question was, why should she care for him? And what exactly was his ailment?

Whitney wasn't interested, her lips curling into a sneer. "Sure, I can, but I wouldn't lift a finger for you!"

Slam—

She opened the door and quickly shut it behind her, her figure vanishing from sight.

Ludwik stared at the closed door, biting his lip in frustration. This woman was heartless, guarding against him as if he were a common thief.

Looking at the items in his hand, he sighed, a bitter smile crossing his face.

He had gone to the pharmacy for some over-the-counter medicine, but upon seeing her, he'd lost all sense of control, even buying five boxes of... whatever it was, trailing her all the way here, captivated by her figure.

What was he thinking? He couldn't even understand his own actions anymore!

A flash of annoyance passed through him, and he took a deep breath, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot.

Ludwik's breathing grew heavier, imagining her inside, possibly undressing or taking a shower.

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, he found himself unable to bear it any longer.

He sat down, loosening his tie, growing increasingly uncomfortable until he couldn't help but knock on her door.

Whitney was about to call her son, Sammy, when she realized this nuisance hadn't left yet.

Her heart skipped a beat, then she calmed down, thinking something seemed off with Ludwik tonight. He seemed sluggish, his face flushed... Perhaps he was really sick?

She couldn't care less about his problems, but his lingering presence meant she couldn't contact Sammy.

Trying to get rid of him, she realized she no longer had Felix's or any of his associates' numbers—it had been three years, after all.

The persistent knocking continued.

Annoyed, Whitney reluctantly went to reopen the door, her expression cold and mocking. "What do you want—"

She couldn't finish her sentence before the man suddenly stood up, taking her by surprise.

His disheveled appearance, with sweat trailing down his defined jawline and chest, left her momentarily stunned.

He'd removed his tie, throwing it to the floor, with his shirt partially open, revealing a muscular chest.

So much sweat…

And there he was, standing tall, one hand conspicuously in his pocket as if hiding something.

His lips were pursed, his gaze intense and restless as he looked at her.

Gulp—Whitney swallowed instinctively. No matter how much of a jerk he was, she had to admit he was incredibly handsome.

Shaking off her thoughts, Whitney was about to confront him.

"Why did you open the door?" Ludwik's voice was unexpectedly deep and serious.

"Huh?" Whitney rolled her eyes. Wasn't she supposed to be worried about him?

Instead of leaving, he had the nerve to question her, leaving her speechless.

"I'm asking you to leave, okay? If you don't, I'm calling the police—"

"You're the one who opened the door," Ludwik suddenly said, his voice heavy with restraint.

"What?"

"I gave you a chance, Whitney…"

He moved quickly, pushing her inside as she became as light as a feather against his strength. The door slammed shut behind them!

Before Whitney could react, Ludwik lifted her, forcing her legs around his waist and pinning her against the wall.

"Are you insane, Ludwik…"

He held her effortlessly with one arm, his physical strength overwhelming.

And with his other hand, he quickly caught hers, their fingers interlocking against the door.

"What are you doing?" Whitney's voice was furious, her mind a mix of confusion and panic.

Hit him!

"Wait, are you... drugged?"

Yet, Ludwik was too lost in her lips, drowning in desire, his body screaming for a more intimate 'treatment' than any medicine could offer.

He didn't care about anything else anymore.

Ludwik couldn't tear his gaze away from this woman. After holding back for three agonizing years, he cursed himself for not being more reckless. Why the hell couldn't he just let go?

Especially when...

His eyes narrowed, his patience running thin. He silenced her endless chatter with a swift move, his voice laced with a dark chuckle. "You owe me big time, you sly little fox. Have you forgotten how you played me at the country club? Thought you could get away without paying the price for seeing your uncle? And the Gemstone Exhibit Project—you snatched it right from under me. And now, you're out of suppliers for tonight, aren't you?"

"Whitney..."

His voice was husky with desire, "Just play along, and I won't make things difficult for you tomorrow at the signing."

"How dare you say such things? We're divorced! The divorce papers..."

"The papers won't be finalized for another week. Legally, we're still husband and wife. And weren't you my doctor once? It's time you take good care of your patient."

The way he said "take care" was dripping with innuendo. Desperate, he leaned in, tracing her collarbone...

Whitney was livid, so angry she could scream.

But no matter how she struggled, she couldn't escape. Suddenly, her clothes were torn apart,

Ludwik's eyes were red with an intensity that wouldn't hear reason. He flipped her over, pinning her down in a storm of passion...

Whitney closed her eyes, a single tear escaping down her cheek...

-

After a shower, Elaine was in a hurry to find Ludwik.

Had he visited the doctor? What if he ran into Whitney? She couldn't bear the thought of her plans benefiting that woman.

But just as she opened the door, a small figure blocked her path. Sammy stumbled in, weakly saying, "Mommy! My head's spinning. I think I'm sick."

Then, the poor kid collapsed right there in Elaine's room, unconscious.

Elaine was stunned, her frustration boiling over. What was this annoying brat playing at?