Love beyond the mask (Whitney)



Florence's heart skipped a beat as she grabbed her phone, only to see a message from Bryce. He had left a note saying, "I heard Ludwik whisked Sammy away from you ages ago. Why didn't you tell me? You've put me in a tight spot, Florence. Here's a gift for you, take a good look."

Bryce was not one to be taken lightly!

Clutching her phone tightly, Florence sneered, "I bet Ludwik provoked Bryce, and Bryce doesn't want to let me off the hook either. That's why he sent it to me. It proves the video is real. Ludwik went to great lengths to be with Whitney."

"Calm down!" Holly, grasping her daughter's hand with a face full of anger yet trying to maintain composure, said, "No matter what they do, don't forget you're carrying Whitney's child. They will never know, and this child will always be a wedge between them. Whitney could never accept Ludwik, especially if you have this child. It's your trump card, Florence! Just be patient."

Florence took a deep breath, swallowing her resentment, and narrowed her eyes, "You're right, Ludwik will have to come back sooner or later. Emperor City is where his mother and his son are. As long as he returns, as long as he remains the top man of the Lippert Group in Harmonia Country, I will have this child to leverage against him!"

"Your goal now is to take care of yourself, Florence. We have no way back now! We can only hope that the Lippert family survives the scandal caused by Ludwik, and he keeps a firm grip on everything," Holly's words suddenly awakened Florence, who became increasingly restless. Since the afternoon, the Lippert Group's stocks had begun to plummet due to the news of Ludwik's scandalous act.

The Lippert family had always been under the watchful eye of Jarvis, a formidable opponent!

Florence sank deep into thought.

The morning breeze from the island was soft, sneaking through the curtains.

The sun rose from the horizon, casting a golden glow until midmorning, when Whitney finally came to, opening her tired, bloodshot eyes.

The memories of the past night flooded her mind, and she hoped it was all a nightmare.

Turning around, she found herself alone in bed, with the sheets changed but still showing signs of the previous night's turmoil. Her clothes were scattered, alongside rose petals and peanut shells.

Remembering that Bryce had prepared their bridal suite and left those items himself made her guilt unbearable.

Staring blankly, she never thought she could betray Bryce like this.

Last night she had resisted desperately, but Ludwik was relentless, holding her down forcefully until she passed out in the early hours. She was still in pain.

Whitney curled up, tears filling her eyes, wishing she could just disappear.

The door opened gently, and a middle-aged maid came in, holding clean clothes and smiling, "Ma'am, you're awake. These are clothes Mr. Lippert picked out for you. Would you like to take a bath first? He said you like to be clean..."

"Get out."

Hearing her refer to them in such a manner, Whitney couldn't stay calm any longer. She threw pillows and the tray from the nightstand to the floor, then retreated to the corner of the bed, clutching her messy hair, "Please leave. Just go."

"Ma'am, what's wrong?" The maid was startled and backed away to call for help.

She bumped into a tall figure.

Ludwik entered with his hands in his pockets.

"Mr. Lippert! She..." The maid was at a loss, holding the clothes.

"Leave us, give me those," Ludwik said calmly, taking the clothes and approaching the bed.

Whitney, in a daze, saw it was him and, filled with hate, threw the bedding at him, gathering all her anger to lift a chair and swing it at his solid back. Her beautiful face was twisted in pain.

He didn't dodge, and a loud 'thud' echoed as he grunted.

Startled, Whitney wondered if he was mad for not avoiding the heavy chair.

Ludwik waited for her to vent, then turned around. His white shirt covered a wounded abdomen, quickly staining with blood.noveldrama

He covered it with his hand, looking at her tenderly, "Wife, have you had enough?"

His tone was indulgent. He stepped

forward, took her pale hand, and

kissed her forehead softly, "Don't just stand there. If you haven't had

enough, keep going. I know ore

I

you out last night; I deserve

punishment."

Whitney pushed him away, biting her lip, "You're insane. Leave."

She realized she couldn't win against him.

"I'm not crazy. Today is our

honeymoon," he said, his voice deep and his gaze intense but tinged with affection, "Giving your husband a surprise this early? Although it's our honeymoon, you don't have to stay undressed. Telling me to leave, but for whom are you staying_ undressed, planning to stay in this bed forever? If so, I'm quite satisfied."

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Realizing she was indeed without clothes, Whitney blushed deeply, covering herself and eyeing the clothes he offered.

If she didn't wear what he provided, she wouldn't be able to leave this room today.

No, now it was daylight. She couldn't see clearly last night, but she had to escape today!

Seeing her lost in thought, those

clear hazel eyes calculating something, Ludwik didn't voice his.

thoughts Watching her daydream

he found her pitiful yet utterly adorable. Gently lifting her chin with his fingers, his voice was as tender asa cello's melody, "So, are we dressing up or not? Content belongs

Honey, if not, that's okay. You know you're my favorite just the way you are, bare and beautiful. We've still got plenty of time, why don't we..."

"Disgusting!"

Whitney's face turned a shade of crimson in anger, but with no other choice, she snatched the clothes from his hands.

Biting her lip in humiliation, she limped towards the bathroom.

Ludwik raised an eyebrow, scooped her up in his arms with a depth of tenderness, "Wife, I'm sorry, last night was too wild.

Let me apply some ointment for you later.

Today, I'll carry you all day, so you won't feel a thing, okay?"