Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 748

Hating him was better than him being absent from her heart, she reasoned.

At that moment, with a satisfied curve to his lips, he earnestly declared, "Whitney, I just want to tell you something—I'm never giving up again. It was the thought of you that pulled me through the brink of death.

From now on, I'll lead the Lipperts back to glory, and we'll topple the Patricks and beat Bryce at his own game.

I'm going to win you back from Bryce.

I love you, through life and death. I was wrong before, but I won't make the same mistakes again."

Ludwik enunciated every word, then turned to leave without lingering, his handsome silhouette breathtaking under the moonlight. His aura of strength and stability seemed to be woven into his very bones.

Despite his injuries, he walked away with an air of grace and power.

Whitney watched him go, her mind a whirlwind.

What did he say? He's going to win her back from Bryce?

That devil... has he lost his mind?

A Lamborghini pulled up in front of her, and Shane, clearly impatient, honked the horn. "Everyone's gone. What, you're just going to stand there drooling?"

Whitney glared back at him. "Excuse me?"

Since when had she been drooling?

Shane tapped on the steering wheel, teasing, "Alright, change of topic then. What did he want to tell you? Did he realize after a brush with death that you're the most important thing to him and now wants to rekindle the romance or something?"

"..."

Whitney rolled her eyes, wishing Shane would just drive away. She'd think he had been eavesdropping if he hadn't been in the car.

Seeing her speechless, Shane wore a 'just as I thought' expression of gossip.

"So, what do you think? Getting back together or no?"

"Stop it. I'm a married woman, remember?"

Whitney said irritably as she got into the car, urging him to drive faster to avoid further gossip.

"Okay, but look over there—" Shane nodded towards the roadside where Ludwik's tall figure walked alone, the moonlight casting his wind-blown shirt in a lonely silhouette.

Brew Hill was a neighborhood of wealth and grandeur, not a place one would find taxis easily.

Whitney glanced over, her feelings mixed.

The man who had once been a hero in her heart was now reduced to walking home from a party without a driver?

Impossible. Where was Felix?

"Should we give him a lift?" Shane asked, clearly enjoying the drama.

Whitney looked down, "Let's not. I don't believe he can't afford a driver. Maybe it's some sort of scheme."

"Mm-hmm." Shane smirked and accelerated.

Just then, Whitney couldn't help but look back, only to see the swiftly passing man, showing no pitiful longing to hitch a ride.

He walked with a dignity untouched by his fall, his steps firm and solitary.

Suddenly, the man collapsed to the ground.

Whitney blinked, thinking she was seeing things. She tapped Shane urgently, "Check the rearview, did Ludwik just faint?"

Shane looked and muttered, "Damn, he did."