Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 434

Ludwik didn't react to her sharp sarcasm; he was already accustomed to her quick wit. That revealing dress had to go.

His tone grew colder and angrier, "Don't make me repeat myself. And don't think for a second that I'm oblivious to your little game, deliberately clashing outfits with her. You just wanted to outshine her at tonight's party and attract more male attention—that's all!"

Ludwik had heard Sienna mention this right when he arrived, forming his opinion early on. At the time, he hadn't cared much, but now with Florence in tears, nauseous, and hypotensive, he felt compelled to stabilize her emotionally.

Whitney balled up her fists, itching to punch his annoying face. He actually believed Sienna, and now here he was, forcing her to change dresses—clearly another one of Florence's schemes. Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes as Whitney looked up, glaring at him hatefully.

"Me, on purpose? Ludwik, do you have any idea that this revealing dress was deliberately given to me by Florence's mother! She wanted me to be ridiculed, then play the victim, looking all pitiful because she can't compare to me in looks, hoping some idiots would fall for her damsel act. Like..." Whitney's voice dripped with sarcasm as she glanced at him.

Her biting sarcasm ignited a fire of anger between Ludwik's brows. "If you don't want to be laughed at for vulgarity, then take it off! What, got to the Emperor City and became a frog in the well? Can't move your legs seeing those rich boys, forgot about your ‘Bryce’? Still want to wear that to seduce someone? In my eyes, Florence looks a hundred times more dignified and beautiful in that dress than you do. You look terrible. Take it off! Tonight, only she can wear red. I don't want her to be upset over a dress clash.”

He wouldn't let her wear something like that, attracting other men's fantasies. Damned woman, doesn't she have any self-respect? And yet, he, in his current position, had no right to dictate her actions, but his heart was still arrogantly possessive.

Listening to his mocking and heartless words, Whitney felt a surge of pain, bitter and unbearable. This was the man she had loved, who now saw her as less than nothing once his affections changed.

"Florence really is your treasure!" She laughed coldly, "So, to keep her from frowning even a bit, I'm not even worthy to wear the same color as her? Well, sorry, unless I go out naked, I'm wearing this ‘vulgar’ red dress till the end! Ludwik, you have the time to block me, why not go amend the laws of Harmonia Country instead?”

After her scathing mockery, Whitney threw the deep green dress to the ground, stomped on it a few times, then scoffed, "Asking me to wear green, what, trying to announce to the world I'm green with envy?"

"You're insisting on this?" Ludwik's voice turned icy, "Stop right there."

Whitney kicked the door in defiance! Ludwik moved towards her, forcefully grabbing the strap of her gown, his voice deep and cold, "If you won't change, I'll have to help you."

"Jerk, you wouldn't dare." Whitney struggled.

With a 'rip', his grip was too strong, accidentally tearing a hole in the shoulder of the gown. Her bare shoulder exposed to the air-conditioned chill, Whitney shivered slightly, her skin even paler. Her face drained of color, furious, she turned to pull away, "Let go!"

"You need to change out of that torn dress." He refused to let go.