Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 107

Parker was speechless.

The doctor’s words, “Good news, he’s fine,” were choked in his throat.

Considering Nolan, the doctor could only, with a heavy heart, step aside.

Nolan gave Parker a swift kick, and the two promptly vanished.

For a moment, the wide hospital corridor was left with only Whitney and a gurney.

Silence reigned, broken only by the soft sobs of a young woman, followed swiftly by the tender, quivering touch of a strong man's arm.

Whitney stared at the handsome features beneath his mask, knowing a shard of glass falling from above could be fatal, yet she could not believe it. She collapsed, "No, no, L, please wake up. You were conscious when you went in!"

She clung to his arm, instinctively trying to acupuncture him to check his vitals.

But L did not respond!

Whitney felt a chill in her heart. She withdrew her attempt at aid, and tears sprang forth as she cried onto the man's chest. "Why did you do this? Why didn’t you think before you saved me?

In that moment, I knew you care about me, about the baby. Otherwise, why would you rather get stabbed than let me fall?" Her heart clenched. Such bravery moved her deeply; no man had ever risked his life for her like this.

How many times had he saved her now?

"I don't want our baby to lose their father, and I don't want to lose you either. Do you hear me?"

She mustered the courage to whisper these words because he might never know her true feelings if she did not.

Her feelings were a mess because of him. Was he the master of carrot-and-stick?

Whitney took a deep breath, holding his hand. "Why are you so cruel and yet so kind? You're the kind of man that's easy to love and hate. I was planning to run away, to break up with you when I saw you again..."

Already conscious and listening to her heartfelt words with pleasure, Ludwik was amused.

His anger subsided for a moment, but the next moment, it surged again.

What the hell did she mean by break up?

Fortunately, in the next second, the little woman cried like a kitten, rubbing her tears on his arm. "But now I'm sure I like you. A man who would risk his life for me is worth falling for. Please hear me and respond, okay?"

Ludwik's heart softened despite feeling a bit exasperated. He knew she had fallen for him long ago. Her confession was as tender and sweet as chocolate melting into his heart.

It was sweet how Nolan had scared her into tears.

He wanted to hold her close and kiss her tears away.

"And what about after you're gone? Have you thought about me and the child?" Whitney, bitter about the future, said, "I'll definitely bring our child into the world, and I probably won't remarry. But life is unpredictable, and if I must remarry for some reason, with your petty nature, wouldn’t you be furious even from the grave?"

“Never mind you’re thinking about remarrying, but calling me petty? No, wait. How dare you think about remarrying?” Furious, Ludwik thought.

His chest heaved, and he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, fearing that if he listened any longer, he would “rise from the dead in anger.”

Staring at this fickle woman, he questioned her, "Remarry? To whom?"

Whitney was stunned, her pale face lifting to see him speaking with eyes wide open, his voice hoarse but clear.

After a brief pause, she bolted down the corridor, "Nolan, come quickly. Is he having his last radiance?"

The little woman was frantic, tears falling.

Ludwik’s patience was wearing thin.

Nolan was at a loss for words.

Parker glanced at the tearful little woman, then at Nolan, and snorted, "This is your amazing idea. Wait until Bro gets his hands on you."