Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 750

Despite his towering height that made her look absolutely tiny in comparison, Ludwik's doting demeanor resembled that of a giant Labrador hovering around her, a faint smile shimmering in the depths of his profound eyes.

Whitney couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, exasperated, "Have you no shame, Ludwik? Where's that aloof, domineering CEO vibe you used to have?"

"I've heard it said that when you're around someone you like, shame is the last thing you should hold onto. Pride, dignity - they're all just smoke in the wind. A true man knows when to be flexible."

Ludwik casually explained his relentless pursuit.

After some reflection, he had concluded that shamelessness was his best strategy to win Whitney back. Given her gentle heart and her repeated reluctance to push him away completely, he figured that persistence was key. Eventually, she'd have no choice but to let him stay.

A sly grin played on Ludwik's lips.

Watching his unwavering confidence, Whitney had no clue what he was plotting, only feeling more irritated, "How did that explosion not blast away that shameless face of yours?"

"To win back an ex-wife, one must shed all shame," he replied, his gaze deep and meaningful.

"..."

Was this man crossing the line?

Whitney found herself missing the cold, distant Ludwik of the past.

Frustrated, she walked into the emergency room lobby, needing to fill out the patient intake form.

Ludwik leaned against the reception desk, casting her a roguish glance while holding up his right hand, "Injured. Can't write."

"..." Once again, she found herself speechless.

She reluctantly took his temperature and filled out the form for him, then went to register.

Ludwik trailed behind her, his lips curved in a slight smile as he watched her busy herself, eventually heading to the gastroenterology department for a stomach wash, while his arm and chest wounds required antibiotic infusions.

After all the hustle, Ludwik glanced at his watch; it was nearly 1 a.m.

As much as he wanted her to stay, he couldn't bear to see her tired, "Whitney, call Ashton."

Believing he wanted Ashton to look after him, Whitney was taken aback when Ludwik spoke into the phone, "Ashton, please drive Whitney home."

She frowned, "No need. I'm not close with him. I'd rather take a cab than have Ashton lecture me like he used to protect Elaine."

Ludwik's expression darkened as he apologized on his friend's behalf, "Whitney, he was blind."

"And you're not?" Whitney retorted.

As they revisited past grievances, Ludwik sighed helplessly, admitting his mistakes, "Let Ashton drive you. I'm worried about you, so beautiful, someone might rob you on the way. As for me, I'll just stay here overnight. Oh, and about the medical bills you paid for me, I'll pay you back tomorrow."

"..." Who would bother with him now?

With a cold glance, Whitney saw Ludwik, handsome and forlorn, sitting alone in the infusion room. The hospital was full, leaving him nowhere comfortable to rest his injured body on a cold bench all night.

Closing her eyes in irritation, she wondered when she had become so compassionate.

She stated firmly, "If you want to freeze here, that's your problem. And keep the money. Don't think I don't know you're just looking for another excuse to bother me tomorrow."

Ludwik's lips twitched, seeing through her, "No need to pay back means you don't consider me a stranger. Next time, dinner's on me."

"Who doesn't consider you a stranger?" Whitney realized his cunning persistence.

She glared at him coldly, "I'm just trying to avoid giving you a chance to get close. I'm leaving now, and Ashton doesn't need to come."