Love beyond the mask (Whitney)

Chapter 109

The night was deep when Nolan ordered a special meal from the five–star hotel’s room service–

a pregnancy–friendly dinner for Whitney.

She felt a pang of sympathy for L, who was still recovering from surgery and unable

to eat, so she turned away to eat, not wanting to tempt him with the scent of food.

As Whitney quietly nibbled on

her meal, a cozy rollaway bed was brought into the room and placed snugly beside Ludwik’s hospital be

d. Her brow furrowed in confusion. “L, aren’t you planning on hiring a nurse?” She

asked.

“Why would I do that when I have you?” He responded

dryly, eyes closed and lips pale. “Money doesn’t grow on

trees.”

Whitney was not bothered by the prospect of caring for him–

it was not fatigue that concerned her. It was just that the restroom situation earlier had been

so inconvenient. Although they were legally married, their relationship was

still in its early stages, and physical intimacy had not yet been a part of it. She felt shy about such matter

s.

Ludwik’s gaze landed on the petite figure of his pregnant wife. Weakly, he patted the bed beside him. “Ar

e you done eating? Hurry up and come sleep next to me. I’m in pain.“–

With a sigh, Whitney hastily finished her food and climbed into the

rollaway bed, worried that he was in pain. The moonlight softly filtered through the window as she drifted

to sleep beside him, her intended role as a caregiver forgotten in her exhaustion.

Ludwik, however, lay awake, silently enduring the pain that made even shifting his position

agonizing. He did not have the

heart to disturb Whitney; her delicate features were shadowed with fatigue.

The next morning, Whitney awoke from a rare good sleep to Ludwik’s stern voice as he instructed his su

bordinates, with several police officers in attendance. She blinked away

sleep to find her head buried under

the covers.

One of the subordinates could not help

but sneak a glance at the small figure on the bed next to their boss, her pink cheeks peaking from

under the covers.

The subordinate said,

“The assailant who attacked you has been identified. He’s a relative of a deceased worker from the Elate

City Sea Bay project. You did not make amends after the accident, which probably sparked resentment.

The local manager tried to settle the matter cheaply

to report back to you, leading to the family seeking revenge.”

“How did he manage to track down Whitney?” Ludwik asked, his brow furrowed.

Whitney caught snippets of the conversation about last night’s incident and chimed in from under the cov

ers, “It’s strange. Hardly anyone

knows about my relationship with you, L. Last night, I was forced into the construction site by motorcycle

s.”

Ludwik’s eyes narrowed as

take revenge on you? But speculated, “Could the relative have planned to force Madam onto the site to

take revenge on you? But how did he find out about her? Maybe he saw her with you while

tailing you a while back?”

them. They had even been spotted eating take

Realization dawned on Ludwik–

he had indeed taken Whitney out publicly when times were good between

on the street.

The police suggested, “Since the attacker is skilled and act as bait…”

gerous, and you are injured, we hope Madam could

“Absolutely not! It’s your job to catch

him, and I’m giving you three days. Dismissed!” Ludwik cut them off sharply, leaving no room for argume

nt. The officers left immediately without daring to say another word.

Then, Ludwik ordered Felix to increase security at the hospital, ensuring Whitney would be safe.

Once they were alone, he turned to Whitney, who was still hiding under the covers, and said with a slight

smirk, “Smart girl, hiding like that.”

Whitney just rolled her eyes, all too aware of the misconceptions that always seemed to follow them arou

nd. As she moved under the cover, Felix wisely turned away.

Whitney quickly got dressed, her movements

prompting Ludwik to say with his pale lips, “I need to go to the

restroom.”

It was as if he had been waiting for her to wake up so he could say this.

Whitney was speechless.

Why did he not ask Felix to help him?

Ludwik added, “I couldn’t sleep all night because of the pain.”

“Fine,” Whitney conceded, getting out of bed. After all, he got injured because of her.

Felix was speechless.

However, remembering how inconvenient the previous night was, Whitney brought over a new basin with

a blushed face and said, “It’s bad for your recovery if you keep moving around. Can you do it in bed?”

Ludwik’s brows twitched. However, it was her intensive care that he sought, so it was all the same.

With reluctance, he frowned and said, “Fine. Come over here.”

Whitney approached, and Felix left right away.

She squatted down and lifted the blanket but could not find it, so she leaned closer.

At this moment, the door

opened, and the doctors, led by the head surgeon, entered, catching them in an awkward moment.

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up… Oh! My apologies. Am I interrupting something? Carry on, then,” he stammered, backing out of the r

oom.

Whitney’s face

flushed crimson once she realized the position she and L were in. She wished to dig a hole!

Clearly, she had been misunderstood again.

Before leaving the room, the head

surgeon even advised, “I understand you youngsters are energetic, but you guys need to tone it down aft

er surgery. I heard that last night, you

guys also… This is not good for recovery. Plus, Madam is pregnant…”

“Doctor, you’re mistaken!” Whitney nearly shouted.

Damn that Nolan and his big mouth! Now, she was probably the most infamous woman in the hospital.

Her face was flushing. Suddenly, a female

doctor intern said, “This woman is so lucky. Mistaken? I saw it all…”

Whitney’s head lowered instantly, her face red as blood as she quickly removed the basin.

However, the man stopped her, looked at her deeply, and said, “I didn’t go yet.”

Once the doctors left and the door closed, he reminded her, “You’re about four months

along now, aren’t you?” His gaze lingered on her still–

flat belly and flushed face, stirring something within her that Whitney did not want to acknowledge.

Retreating to the restroom to hide

her embarrassment, phone. “Madam, Sir said to give this back to you.”

hitney was interrupted by Felix, who handed her a

Holding her phone, which had been confiscated for days, Whitney felt a surge of resentment. She

glanced back at the man, who was pretending to rest. Maybe if she had been a little more affectionate a

He seemed a bit regretful last night but did not say anything

Whitney powered on her phone to find a deluge of missed calls–

from the office, Tiana, and Simon. It seemed that even amid the chaos, life relentlessly moved forward

She swiftly deleted Simon from all her contacts, dreading another sermon from him. She also hit up Tiana

miss last night and the dashing rescue by L.

Tiana was all over Facebook, singing praises. [A

guy who’d risk his life for you can’t be wrong, girl! Love him with all you’ve got!]

Whitney could only roll her eyes. Not too long ago, Tiana was bad–mouthing the same

guy, calling him a total jerk.

And Tiana was still in the dark about Whitney’s grounding for six whole days.

Yet, Whitney’s mind was on more pressing concerns. She furrowed her brows and typed out: [Tiana, did y

Parker?]

Tiana: […]

[Why would you think Parker and I are chummy?]

[Didn’t he save you once?]

[That jerk saved me and then ghosted me.] Tiana was

genuinely puzzled, feeling like she had somehow majorly ticked off Parker without having a clue why.

got

the scoop from Nolan about your close call at the party. You’ve been like a trouble magnet lately!]

That remark jolted something in Whitney’s memory.

Narrowing her eyes, she had a suspect in mind from the night things went south. “There’s a rat at the

party. This isn’t simple. Mr. Wendt and Dante were played, and I need you to comb through the

surveillance footage for clues.”

“Got it!” Tiana was on it right away.

Just then, a commotion erupted from outside the ward.