Love Beyond the Mask 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!