Love Behind the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 357

Whitney had been chasing Orion for days to print out a stack of papers and get them stamped with approvals

across various state departments. As the deadline loomed, she had no choice but to make her appearance.

In the days leading up to this, Whitney had busied herself with numerous tasks. She'd called Danny, inquiring out

of the blue if he'd prefer to live with her. She'd asked Yael to look into flight tickets and had also been on the

hunt for potential partners for Skye Gem Ltd. Holding the document, her mood was heavy; she knew its contents

well. It was evidence Jarvis had gathered through the Gemstone Exhibit Project, damning enough to send Ludwik

to jail.

With a heavy heart and furrowed brows, she arrived at Skyfaith's headquarters, where she was greeted by the

general manager, a Mr. Turner.

"Ms. Valentine, please wait. Mr. Lippert isn't in the office right now; he's tied up in meetings all day," Mr. Turner

informed her.

Working hard even on the eve of his wedding? What was Ludwik thinking?

After briefly stepping out, presumably for a phone call, Mr. Turner returned, offering Whitney a warm welcome

and stea. This was the first tshe was being assisted by him; previously, someone else had taken care of

her visits to Skyfaith. "Mr. Lippert might not return until the evening. Ms. Valentine, since we have stime,

would you like a tour of the areas open for visitation?"

Whitney raised an eyebrow in surprise. She wasn't exactly familiar with Skyfaith's inner workings.

Sensing her hesitation, Mr. Turner chuckled, "It's just more comfortable than waiting alone here."

Understanding his precaution against her wandering into restricted areas, Whitney nodded and followed him

downstairs, not to a specific destination but rather to a lab-like area on the ground floor. Skyfaith was renowned

for its smart chip technology, a major source of Ludwik's wealth. Whitney had heard rumors of a new chip set to

launch soon, coincidentally on the sday as Ludwik's wedding. As they passed a lab, Mr. Turner pointed out,

"This is where we're developing our latest Sharp-F Chip. Would you care to take a look inside?"

Hesitant due to the sensitive nature of the work, Whitney was about to decline when Mr. Turner suddenly leaned

in, whispering, "Jarvis asked for a favor, a little sabotage."

Before she could react, she was pushed into the lab, the heavy door sealing behind her. Confused and trapped,

Whitney realized something was amiss.

Minutes later, the door swung open, but Mr. Turner was nowhere to be seen. Whitney quickly made her way back

to the elevator, piecing together the puzzle. This setup-was it Elaine's doing?

Back in the reception area, Mr. Turner confidently made a call, "Elaine, got footage of her in the Sharp-F Chip lab.

Sending it over..."

Meanwhile, Felix informed Ludwik of Whitney's arrival, hinting at the urgency of her visit concerning the

Gemstone Exhibit Project.

Ludwik, somewhat intoxicated but intrigued by the mention of his ex-wife, quickly made his way back to the

office.

Upon entering his office, Whitney was struck by its imposing and meticulous layout, a reflection of Ludwik's

personality. This visit wasn't for leisure; she was here on a mission.

The office was devoid of personal touches, indicating Ludwik's single-minded focus on work. Whitney prepared

herself to face whatever cnext, aware that the gof wits and wills was only just beginning. Meticulous in

his work habits, the man's fountain pens were a sight of obsessive orderliness, aligned perfectly on his desk, not

a speck of dust in sight.

Whitney tiptoed closer, clutching her file folder, peering curiously at the drawers beneath the expansive oak

desk...

Then, slipping on gloves, she gently pulled open a drawer, holding her breath. Swiftly, she slid 'the document"

from her bag into the topmost drawer.

As she was about to shut it, footsteps thudded closer, the man's long strides elegant yet firm.

Was he back?!

Her hands trembled, her face paled, in a rush to push the drawer closed, she caught a glimpse of the doorknob

turning.

Damn it, she quickly removed her gloves, trying to hide them, but noticed the drawer wasn't fully closed.

In the nick of time, Ludwik entered.

His clean fingers pushed the door open and then shut it behind him, his eyelids slightly lifted, revealing deep,

ink-like pupils. As he looked up, his lips parted, his voice a bit hoarse, "Didn't hear you cin..." Suddenly,

Ludwik's gaze froze.

What was this woman doing?

Perched on the edge of his grand desk, she faced away from him, her body slightly turned towards the window,

her head bowed, fiddling with her blouse...

The silk of her blouse was smooth, a few buttons undone, revealing skin as soft as milk, curves delicate under

her touch.

"Ah..." A soft exclamation escaped her lips as she glanced towards him in panic.

Her eyes, under the bright office lights, seemed dark, a bit shiny, and utterly bewildered.

"I... you, didn't you make any sound coming in?" Whitney feigned annoyance, her cheeks flushed with shas

she clutched her blouse.

Ludwik had seen it all, his lips slightly curved, his voice turning huskier, "Blamingfor being quiet?

Whose office is this?

And what are you doing, adjusting your blouse in here?"

"It just got loose, I..." Her cheeks burning, she quickly did up her blouse, trying to explain.

"You sure you want to talk about what got loose?" Ludwik's gaze deepened, he stepped closer.

His imposing presence, mixed with a hint of alcohol, made him seem even more dangerously unpredictable.

He stood merely an inch away, his presence overwhelming.

Whitney had no choice but to turn around, her legs peeking out from under her pencil skirt, her knees brushing

against his.

"Have you been drinking?"

"You should be waiting on the sofa with your documents, not standing here at my desk. What are you trying to

do, Ms. Valentine? Spy on my company's secrets?" Both spoke at once.

His brows furrowed sharply, his gaze piercing as he glanced at the folder and purse in her hands, then his eyes

swept over the desk.

As his gaze was about to drift to the inner drawer, Whitney panicked!

Desperately, she grabbed his tie, her mind racing, without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him.

The unexpected softness on his lips, precisely the pair he had imagined, took Ludwik by surprise. He stiffened for

a second, but his rigid frignited with an unforeseen warmth. His eyes darkened instantly...