Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 529

Jared's eyes crinkled with a smile. Ludwik's gentle demeanor towards Florence reassured him, sweeping away any doubts he previously harbored.

Rising to his feet alongside Mrs. Sheldon, he addressed Ludwik, "My dear, Mrs. Sheldon and I have some errands to run. Tonight, as you and Florence celebrate your engagement dinner, we'll excuse ourselves. Enjoy your meal and have a pleasant chat."

Leaning on his cane, Jared and Emma exited the Sheldon family's living room, leaving it noticeably quieter as the staff's presence diminished.

Ludwik, unfazed, casually took his seat at the dinner table, beginning his meal with an air of detachment.

"Florence softly offered, "Ludwik, I made this dish myself. Please, have a taste."

"I don't eat chicken," he replied coldly, his demeanor changing instantly.

Florence realized then that his pleasant facade was merely for the sake of his grandfather, offering him a semblance of respect. Behind closed doors, his disdain was unmistakably clear.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Ryan, sitting awkwardly at the table, was taken aback by Ludwik's starkly different attitude towards Ms. Sheldon in private, struggling to hide his surprise.

The chilling atmosphere Ludwik exuded enveloped the table as he finally turned his attention to Ryan, "Is this Dr. Ryan?"

Noticing his undue focus on Ryan, Florence fidgeted nervously, absentmindedly nodding, "Dr. Ryan, Ludwik mentioned he's been feeling under the weather, would you mind checking on him?"

Ludwik set down his fork, his gaze locked on it, revealing he hadn't touched his food. Florence realized her plan to slip something into his meal had failed.

Her eyes darted around anxiously as Ludwik approached Ryan, feigning illness to avoid eating, "I'm unwell, Dr. Ryan. Could you examine me now?"

Ryan glanced at Florence before agreeing, "Of course. It's our duty as doctors to aid those in need."

Ludwik led Ryan outside under the moonlit porch, leaving Florence to worry and pretend to tidy up the kitchen, which was conveniently close to the porch.

Ludwik, his figure casting a shadow under the porch light, spoke with a hint of distress, "Dr. Ryan, I've been struggling with asthma for years."

"Asthma?" Ryan expressed surprise, pulling out his stethoscope and flashlight. "You seem very fit, not the typical asthma sufferer."

Ludwik chuckled, "Many people, even children, don't appear to have asthma, do they?"