Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 440

Whitney's cheeks flushed a deep red, a mix of anger and a touch of hurt coloring her expression. The chill from Ludwik's gaze made her scalp tingle. Sure, Justin had seen her when her shirt was soaked, but that was just a glance. But this...

Biting her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, Whitney shot back defiantly, "What does it matter to you if he touched me or not? Ludwik, need I remind you that you're almost my brother-in-law? What right do you have to interrogate me like this? Don't you find it ridiculous? You..."

Suddenly, the sound of knocking and hurried footsteps came from outside. Heidi's voice called out with concern, "Ludwik, are you there? Have you seen Whitney? Can you open the door, please?"

Whitney stiffened, her gaze locked on the door, panic evident in her eyes. Instinctively, she clutched at Ludwik's sleeve, forgetting their argument, and asked with reddened eyes, "What do we do now?"

Seeing her panicked face and how she willingly moved closer, Ludwik felt a softening in his gaze. She was holding his shirt, yet to put it on, foolishly arguing with him, her figure fully exposed to his view. Swallowing hard, his voice deep and low, he said, "What to do? First, get dressed. Have you lost your mind? Or are you waiting for me to dress you?"—He raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on her.

Whitney's face turned even redder, and out of sheer panic, she suddenly started hiccupping, "Hic! Hic... Uh!"

"Ludwik, who's with you in there?" Joanne's voice could be heard, sounding suspiciously high-pitched as if she was pressing her ear against the door.

Suddenly, Ludwik's large hand covered Whitney's mouth, and with a swift motion, he took the shirt from her hand, pulling her close and pinning her against the wardrobe, "Ludwik, you... jerk, what are you doing, don't touch me..."

Whitney gazed at him in alarm... Her slender arms were lifted as his arms wrapped around her front, slipping the shirt on her. Frustrated beyond belief, she felt like a doll being fussed over in his broad embrace, unsure if his hands brushing against her chest were intentional...

Finally, with the men's shirt covering her, Ludwik quickly buttoned it up, and just when Whitney thought he would step back... suddenly, he grasped her wrists, pinning them against the wall, and leaned in, his lips almost touching hers in a forceful kiss.

Whitney's face burned with humiliation, and she kicked at his shin, "You dare touch me—hic!"

"As for you, right now, you're not even worth it," she glared, focusing on his lips. Their breaths mingling, he suddenly stopped, pressing his lips together and staring at her. Whitney blinked, confused by his sudden halt.

He asked, "Hiccups gone?"

"... Ah." She took a breath, and realizing her hiccups had stopped, her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, "You..."

"Your hiccups were too loud. I had to scare them away. What were you thinking?" His lips curved into a teasing smile.

"Anyway, you have no right to touch me now!" Whitney warned, her anger mingling with embarrassment.

He looked at her with a deep, rueful expression, fully aware of his lack of entitlement. Facing such a tempting sight, he had been struggling to restrain himself, nearly succumbing to the urge to kiss her, but he knew he no longer had the right.