Love beyond the mask (Whitney)

Chapter 107

The doctor’s words, “Good news, he’s fine,” were choked in his throat.

Considering Nolan, the doctor could only, with a heavy heart, step aside.

Nolan gave Parker a swift kick, and the two promptly vanished.

For a moment, the wide hospital corridor was left with only Whitney and a gurney.

Silence reigned, broken only by the soft sobs of a young

woman, followed swiftly by the tender, quivering touch of a strong man’s arm.

Whitney stared at the handsome features beneath his mask, knowing a shard

of glass falling from above could be fatal, yet she could not believe it. She collapsed, “No, no, L, please

wake up. You were conscious when you

went in!”

She clung to his arm, instinctively trying to acupuncture him to check his vitals.

But L did not respond!

Whitney felt a chill in her heart. She withdrew her attempt at aid, and tears sprang forth as she cried onto

the man’s chest. “Why did you do this? Why didn’t you think before you saved me?

In that moment, I knew you care about me, about the baby. Otherwise, why would you rather get stabbed

than let me fall?” Her heart

clenched. Such bravery moved her deeply; no man had ever risked his life for her like

this.

How many times had he saved her now?

“I don’t want our baby to lose their father, and I don’t want to lose you either. Do you hear me?”

She mustered the courage to whisper these words because he might never

know her true feelings if she did

not.

Her feelings were a mess because of him. Was he the master of carrot–and–stick?

Whitney took a deep breath, holding his hand. “Why are you so cruel and yet

so kind? You’re the kind of man that’s easy to love and hate. I was planning to run away, to break

up with you when I saw you again…”

Already conscious and listening to her heartfelt words with pleasure, Ludwik was amused.

His anger subsided for a moment, but the next moment, it surged again.

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What the hell did she mean by break up?

Fortunately, in the next second, the little woman cried like a kitten, rubbing her tears on his arm. “But now

I’m sure I like you. A man who would risk his life for me is worth falling for. Please hear me and respond,

okay?”

Ludwik’s heart softened despite feeling a bit exasperated. He knew she had

fallen for him long ago. Her confession was as tender and sweet as chocolate melting into his heart.

It was sweet how Nolan had scared her into tears.

He wanted to hold her close and kiss her tears away.

“And what about after you’re gone? Have you thought about me and the child?” Whitney, bitter about the

future, said, “I’ll definitely bring our child

into the world, and I probably won’t remarry. But life is unpredictable, and if I must remarry for some reas

on, with your petty nature, wouldn’t you be furious even from the grave?”

“Never mind you’re thinking about remarrying, but calling me petty? No, wait. How dare you think about r

emarrying?” Furious, Ludwik thought.

His chest heaved, and he suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, fearing that if he listened

any longer, he would

“rise from the dead in anger.”

Staring at this fickle woman, he questioned her, “Remarry? To whom?”

Whitney was stunned, her pale face lifting to see him speaking with eyes wide open, his voice hoarse but

clear. After a brief pause, she bolted down the corridor, “Nolan, come quickly. Is he having his last radian

ce?”

The little woman was frantic, tears falling.

Ludwik’s patience was wearing thin.

Nolan was at a loss for words.

Parker glanced at the tearful little woman, then at Nolan, and snorted, “This is your amazing idea. Wait u

ntil Bro gets his hands on you.”

Nolan did not know what to say, thinking, “I was trying to use Bro’s heroics to soften Whitney’s heart in d

esperation so they could make up, okay? He enjoyed the confession, but it suddenly becomes my fault a

t the mention of remarriage?”

Nolan was speechless, offering a strained smile as he stepped out to console the grieving little woman. “

Whitney, maybe Bro was moved

by you, and his condition suddenly improved. Doctor, what do you say?” The doctor, barely keeping his c

omposure, could not comprehend why he was mentioned again.

He stepped forward to check on Ludwik, sporting an even stiffer smile than Nolan’s. “Ms. Whitney, he is i

n critical condition, but his strong constitution has brought him back to consciousness. This is undoubtedl

y a miracle!”

Whitney, now a tearful mess, was slowly catching on.

She glared at Nolan, then glanced at the pale but lucid man on the bed.

She had been so frantic earlier that she had only tried acupuncture and forgot to check his pulse.

“You… you teamed up to trick me! L, when did you wake up?”

He gave her an inscrutable look, her eyes red from sincere worry and tears. He felt a comforting warmth i

nside, glancing at the doctor. “My head hurts a lot. Should I be in the ICU?”

The doctor responded quickly, “Of course! Alas, you have to hold on!”

Whitney was speechless. Her eyes were cold as she watched from the side, but hearing that L had to be

admitted to the ICU, she was uncertain again.

Seeing her forlorn face, Ludwik looked away with a pale smile and said, “Push

me there. What good is a wife who doesn’t care for me?”

The onlookers in the hallway, who had been

following the drama, whispered among themselves, “She seemed to truly love her husband a moment ag

o, but now that he’s not dead, she’s changed her tune?”

“Maybe she’s worried she won’t get any inheritance.”

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“Alas, that’s the nature of people. It’s such that man is so handsome. If I were her, I’d care for him the rest

I have to help him to the washroom.”

People could be so harsh.

Whitney’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she reluctantly pushed his stretcher, only for him to fr

She quickly looked away, guilty because she was the one who had pricked him while he feigned unconsc

The doctor came over to inspect. “Mr. Lippert, you’re on an IV. It might have poked you.”

Ludwik did not question further, and Whitney pushed him into the VIP ICU.

The hospital room was as opulent as a Presidential Suite, with everything one could wish for at their finge

most concerning are the

two deep stab wounds he’s received near his shoulder blades. They require meticulous care to prevent

infection.”

Whitney’s heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the dried blood by his temples and quietly excused Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

herself to the restroom to prepare some warm water.

The doctor quickly pressed the stoic man, “Mr. Lippert, did that sound severe enough?”

Ludwik looked dismissively at him and said icily, “Write it up as if I’m on

death’s door. List every possible complication, and while you’re at it, bring over a wheelchair.”

The doctor was taken aback, thinking, “But you’ve only sustained injuries above the waist…”

As Whitney returned, Ludwik’s pallid lips were set in a firm line.

Sensing the tension, the doctor blurted out, “Are you in great pain? We need to get you on a ventilator! Th

Whitney paled.

Why was his condition worsening again?

The man shot the doctor a cold glare, prompting him to hastily tuck away the medical

chart and make a beeline for the door.

Now, Whitney could not find Parker or Nolan anywhere; it was just the two of them left in the room.

She approached his bedside, and under his intense gaze, her composure faltered. With a bowed head, sh