Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 90

Whitney huffed with irritation. "So you don't trust me either? What kind of woman do you take me for?"

Ludwik stiffened. Their relationship, a trial marriage of sorts, was built on unfamiliarity. Trust was scarce, and both had sharp edges no one had yet to smooth out.

"It'll get better in the future," he said, frowning slightly as he took her small hand in his.

So they were making up? And there was a future? Whitney wondered.

Her cheeks flushed with the thought. She wanted to ask about that night. "I called you twice when everything went down. Why didn't you pick up?"

Ludwik pinched the bridge of his nose. "There was a crisis with the Elate City project. I had to rush over and left my phone behind. Elaine brought it to me later at Sea Bay. As soon as I got it, I headed straight back to Banyan City. By then, you'd been detained for four hours."

Elaine had L’s phone? Whitney's eyes darkened with suspicion.

To the conspiracy theorist, Elaine had deliberately delayed, causing a four-hour wait.

But Ludwik, oblivious to her expression, continued matter-of-factly, "Elaine was running around with me that night. She's the one who hired the lawyer for you. I waited outside your hospital room, unable to leave. You were angry with me, so I took advantage of her presence. You shouldn't hold a grudge against her."

Whitney bristled inside. He made it sound like Elaine had been a saint to her.

But she pushed her emotions down, looking at him with a forced smile. "What makes you think I hold a grudge against her?"

"Don't you?" Ludwik teased, playfully flicking her nose, his eyes sharp. "You were a bit harsh on her tonight at the club. Jealous of the attention she's getting?"

Whitney had been probing on purpose, suspecting Hannah was someone Elaine brought in to stir trouble.

Whitney smirked at him, deliberately provoking, "Why shouldn't I be jealous? Is she really your sister? Related by blood?"

Ludwik paused, his gaze deep and mysterious as he looked away, his brows furrowing, "She's just a sister; don't overthink it. She poses no threat to you because my heart is all..."

He stopped on purpose, looking at her with a proud arch of his brow.

Whitney's face heated up, his non-confession sending her heart racing.

Ludwik pulled her close, his brow furrowed in mock seriousness, "I've known her a long time. She's been a great help to me. No need to be jealous."

She might be helping you with ulterior motives, thought Whitney. Men never see through such things. She could tell he trusted Elaine.

Whitney clenched her fist slightly, realizing that speaking ill of Elaine now would only cause trouble without evidence. It seemed a silent battle was looming.

Her stomach growled audibly.

This time, however, he did not scold her but asked with indulgence, "Have you been feeling too sick to eat these past few days?"

"You have the nerve to mention it. Your child, you should deal with the morning sickness," Whitney retorted with feigned petulance.

Ludwik, charmed by her playful pout, licked his lips and scooped her up towards the kitchen, "It's all my fault. Letting you get pregnant was a mistake."

Whitney stared at his Adam's apple, her cheeks burning, "You're shameless."

The man raised an eyebrow and handed her a stack of cupcakes from the cabinet, noting the bright sparkle in her eyes.

He tossed them to her arrogantly. "I'll indulge you this once."

He was letting her have them, but only if she ate them in his arms.

Whitney compromised for the sake of the treat.

As he bent over to grab a napkin, ready to catch any crumbs from her delicate bites, the door swung open, and an elderly lady walked in. From her angle, it looked like her son was nestled close to his wife's heart.

"Oh Xandra, look at those two, what a picture they make, hehe... Carry on, just don't hurt my little grandson! I'm just grabbing something, and then I'll be out of your hair."

Natalie scurried upstairs like a gust of wind.

Whitney was at a loss for words.