Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 80

Whitney trembled all over, chilled to the bone as if drenched by a bucket of ice water that stung her eyes and turned them red.

Her lips quivered, her face pale as death, not understanding why he was so furious with her. She was already exhausted.

She nodded weakly, a bitter laugh escaping her, "Fine, I'm despicable. I'm worn out. It's been too much tonight, and I have no desire to argue with you anymore—especially since you've arrived so late."

Bitterness spread from the tip of her heart, and a subtle ache proved more piercing than any physical wound.

"Bro, don't stoop to his level, you've hurt your lip," Elaine suddenly panicked, hurrying over.

Observing that Whitney didn’t turn to Ludwik but instead assisted Simon, Elaine knew tonight would be full of drama.

Suppressing her excitement, she worriedly helped Ludwik to his feet.

Ludwik's gaze turned colder. Even Elaine, an outsider, knew to help him.

Was Whitney a complete fool to assist Simon instead?

His eyes fixed on the woman before him, and upon spotting the men's sweater she wore, his temper flared again. He strode over, grabbed her arm without a word, and started tugging at her sweater, "Whose damn clothes are you wearing?"

"L, don't touch me..." Whitney's face grew paler still.

"I can't touch you? Who can, him?" His anger swelled, his grip tightening on her wrist.

Whitney felt as if her arm would snap; the pain left her speechless.

"Have you lost your mind? Don't lay a finger on her! Do you have any idea what... what happened to her in jail?" Simon tried to rise, his voice filled with rage.

Elaine stomped on Simon, cutting off his words with a yelp of pain. She rushed to Whitney's side, her face etched with concern, "Bro, easy. Whitney might've been hurt in the lockup."

Examining Whitney's face, which was indeed pale, Ludwik detected no sign of injury.

His expression turned even colder. It was clear that Elaine was trying to cover for her.

Just a moment ago, they said she was merely shaken.

She seemed energetic enough to cozy up with Simon in the restroom! His judgment clouded by rage, and he was beyond reason.

The thought that she believed Simon had saved her put a crack in Ludwik's composure.

"She's not hurt. She looked quite fine to me! Cozying up with another man in the restroom, no wonder she didn't answer my calls!" Ludwik's eyes were icy.

Whitney's heart chilled upon hearing his tone.

Those two women in the holding cell intentionally avoided leaving visible marks on her face, concealing the bruises, yet this didn't mean she was uninjured!

Was he blind?

Tonight, she had endured immense suffering- beaten while carrying his child, terrified, slandered, sitting motionless in an interrogation room for hours without water, anticipating his arrival, wishing he would intervene as he did at that charity gala...

But he didn't show up.

And those first two calls she made to him? He didn't answer those either.

Now, he arrived at his leisure, with Elaine in tow.

The thought of it, the pent-up emotions and tension of the night, all collapsed within her.

Summoning her strength, Whitney shoved Ludwik aside. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes as she exclaimed, "Yeah, I'm fine, your baby's fine too! I'm not in pain at all. I was so busy in the restroom, busy vomiting my guts out..."

The bastard. It was her first bout of morning sickness, and she wanted to share it with him, wanted his support as the father.

The bastard. He was late, and then he misunderstood her.

Whitney was also a socialite. She had never experienced such humiliation before.