Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 620

Whitney was left breathless from his kiss, furious at his brutish way of overpowering her, constantly pushing him away in annoyance.

"Let me go...ugh!"

"Still won't say it, huh? I'm going to show you what it means to surrender, darling..."

He grew more determined, pinning her hands behind her back, tickling the palm of her hand.

She quickly became weak and powerless, her strength at best comparable to that of a kitten, absolutely unable to push him away!

Whitney felt like she was about to be devoured by him, a cold fury passing through her eyes, finally reaching her limit. She grabbed a knife and fork from the table and stabbed down at him fiercely!

"Hmph..." Ludwik grunted in pain.

Whitney's eyes flashed, smelling the blood, thinking this jerk would finally let her go!

But unexpectedly, what met her next was a more dominant kiss. He lifted her up onto the table, her slender body knocking the dishes askew.

Her hand still clutched the knife and fork, Whitney heard the sound of his flesh tearing.

Yet, he kissed her deeper, more passionately, focused!

This madman.

She used violence, and he did not back down.

The ambiguous sounds and movements continued, the unaware servants thought there was a quarrel and came running, only to blush at the sight.

The butler quickly coughed, "Sir and madam are just having a lovers' quarrel, haha, move along!"

"..." Whitney was speechless. This was no lovers' quarrel.

She was simply overpowered.

Her cheeks flushed red, she struggled to breathe, managing to say, "Ludwik, you scoundrel, have you had enough? If you don't care about your life, don't ruin mine!"

Finally, the man let her go, his sensuous fingers lightly pressing against her swollen red lips. He looked down, his eyelashes fluttering, "Are you worried about your husband, huh?"

"..."

Whitney was completely defeated by his shamelessness.

He looked satisfactorily at his work—her bright red lips, murmuring lowly, "From now on, every time you mention someone you shouldn't, I'll punish you like this, darling. Remember the lesson. Now, it's just the two of us.

There's no one else here, it's my world, and I can undress you anytime I want...huh?"

He warned slowly, with a wickedly tender tone.

Whitney understood the implication, her eyes widening, her face pale, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Not today, since you're hurt. But tomorrow, if you continue like this, I wouldn't mind leaving our marks in every corner of this island."

He finished with an arrogant and flirtatious tone, "You eat first."

Then turned and went upstairs.

Whitney clenched the knife and fork tightly, only then noticing the blood on the blade tip.

She coldly watched his retreating figure, his white T-shirt back stained with a large patch of blood.

She gasped silently to herself.

So he had been holding her down, kissing her speechless even while bleeding so much?

What a frantic lunatic, Whitney was impressed, feeling the man was truly terrifying deep down.

Didn't he know pain? Or was it to tame her, to influence her, playing psychological games with her in this way?

"Ouch—" Upstairs, Ludwik slowly took off his T-shirt, glanced in the mirror at the four puncture wounds on his shoulder, his little lady had not held back.

He chuckled wryly, truly not spared any concern by her.

Blood dripped down, a gory sight.

The butler, who rushed over with a first aid kit upon seeing this, turned pale, "Mr. Lippert, why let the lady go on such a rampage, the wound looks severe, it needs a professional doctor's attention in this hot island climate, or it might get infected."

"No need." Ludwik waved off, his deep eyes showing a hint of indulgence, "As long as it appeases her, what's a little stabbing?

A cursory bandage might even make her feel guilty and concerned."

He said coldly.

The butler was speechless, Are you sure the lady would feel concerned? Her look didn't seem like it.

Ludwik dressed casually in a similar white T-shirt, the thin fabric highlighting the wound.

He went out of the room, downstairs, to find her.

But he found noise coming from the study.

Frowning, he changed direction, walking into the study.

Whitney was opening the computer, turning her head to see him enter, she looked at him defensively.

Ludwik knew instantly, leisurely walking to the bookshelf, picking up an original French novel, and sitting down, "No need for the computer, Whitney, I had the internet cable unplugged long ago."

His voice calm, his deep gaze fixed on her, "Also, don't bother trying the servants' phones. Not to mention they're not from Harmonia Country and don't speak the language, their phones can only contact their families, nothing else."

Whitney stood deflated.

Enveloped in despair, she stared back at his dark eyes, angrily saying, "Ludwik, you might think you can keep me trapped here forever!

But let me tell you, you won't succeed.

Abducting someone's bride in broad daylight is kidnapping.

The whole of Banyan City, if not the entire country, will know of this, your misdeeds, even if Bryce is threatened by you not to call the police, my uncle, Tiana, they will!"

Ludwik's eyes narrowed, unaffected, "Tiana is easier to threaten.

As for your uncle, I've already contacted him, asked him not to act rashly. My mental breakdown three years ago isn't a secret.

He's heard of it, hasn't he?

His only niece is in my hands, pushing me too hard,"

He then stood up, caressing her angry face with utmost tenderness, his gaze full of affection as if they were a loving couple, "could lead to something dangerous for you, and your uncle would regret calling the police."

It was a threat in the end!

Whitney's hands trembled, pushing him away, "Aside from threats and exploitation, what else do you know?"

"To win you back, I can be a villain."

Ludwik replied, his gaze softening, his voice husky, "Darling, I won't make it too hard for your uncle, not seeing you at all isn't an option.

So I promised him—after a month, I'll let you go back, tell him not to worry.

During this month, every night with you, I'll work hard, you'll surely carry my child.

This time, I hope it's a daughter.

Danny and Sammy will dote on her as their little princess, those two boys are a spitting image of me.

I hope for a daughter, a mini version of you, to make up for all the lost time."

Pregnancy, always pregnancy!

She was going mad.

"You've sunk to a new low, Ludwik. The last thing I want is to carry your child.

You've already made me into a harlot, sneaking around behind my lawful husband's back with you. And now you want to drag me further through the mud!"

"How could I ever be the cause of your downfall?" His large hands cradled her delicate face, his heart aching with a blend of pain and adoration, struggling to articulate his turmoil.

He was out of options.

Only by having a child could she possibly avoid going back to Bryce and resuming their marriage. Given her pride, she wouldn't.

Eventually, she'd resign herself to her fate.

Once the baby was born, she'd gradually come to accept him, and they'd remarry.

By then, their family of three—no, four—would be reunited at last!