Chapter 93
ine slid into the car, a sly chuckle escaping her as she leaned back into the plush seat. Whitney had
tried to outy her, but she had yed the wrong hand.
Not that it was entirely wrong – had Whitney agreed to those two female suppliers, ine could have
easily set her up for a fall in the future.
But right now, ine’s triumphy in Whitney’s refusal. The diamond suppliers in Banyan City were
few; only those two were run by women; the rest were all men, and ine had them wrapped around
her finger long ago. Her phone rang, and she answered with azy smile.
“ine,” the voice on the other end reported, “Whitney called a quick meeting as soon as she returned
to the office. She’s roped in a college buddy, one of those fancy jewel material traders.”
ine’sughter was soft and dark. A young college friend, huh? She could just imagine what kind of
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trouble Whitney was in now with Ludwik…
As dusk turned the city skyline neon, a sleek Bentley stood out with understated luxury in the za
below Skye
Gem Ltd.
Right on time, Whitney emerged from the building, a faint blush tinting her cheeks as she spotted the
luxurious car. She thought of the man waiting inside and wondered, “Is this a date?”
Felix, ever the dutiful chauffeur, promptly opened the door for her.
The Bentley glided away, leaving Simon on thepany steps, his gaze darkening as he watched the
taillights disappear. He had caught a glimpse of the masked man inside the car.
That was a limited edition Bentley, and Whitney imed the masked man had been her savior that
night…
Could the enigmatic, powerful Ludwik be the man behind the mask?
Simon clenched his fists, jealousy gnawing at him, feeling utterly powerless.
Inside the car.
Whitney found the man beside her, frowning at some documents. She pouted – was she not more
interesting than paperwork?
Nonchntly, she slipped off her coat.
The man next to her gave a dry chuckle. “Can you not try to seduce me while I’m working?”
Her? Seduce? She had not even disturbed him.
Whitney felt wronged. The man nced at her with amused eyes and cleared his throat before saying,
“Don’t you know you’re still quite a sight?”
“Alright, I’ll forgive his smooth–talking ways. Men and their silver tongues.” Whitney thought.
Her face flushed. “You don’t have to look at me.”
“My peripheral vision just can’t help but catch you,” he quipped, smirking.
Whitney felt a sweet warmth inside. “Okay, then I’ll try not to distract you.”
Speechless, the man put away his documents, his handsome face turning stern. He was already
seduced, and with a mature gesture, he beckoned, “Come here.”
She moved closer, her elegant outfit of the day – a trench coat, a chic sweater, pencil pants, and ballet
ts showcasing her delicate feet.
Whitney gazed at him, too. As usual, he was dressed in a sharp suit, his tall, imposing figure exuding
authority.
His pristine white shirt was topped with a beige waistcoat,plementing her coat – they looked the
part of an elite couple. Her lips were full and tinted with warmth. As she reached his side, he murmured
in a deep voice, “Let me hold you.”
She settled onto his sturdyp.
Ludwik’s gaze lingered on her oval face, naturally beautiful, without a hint of artificiality – one look could
captivate any man.
His warm hand lifted her chin as he spoke in a husky tone, “Kiss me.”
Whitney’s hands clenched his shirt, her heart racing as she nced at Felix, who might as well have
been invisible.
She quickly pecked his chiseled cheek.
“Why do you smell so good?” Ludwik asked, his grip tightening around her slender waist, his breath
tickling her neck. “I used to say you must get close to a woman to know if she smells nice. Now that I’m
close, it’s almost unbearable.”
“Stop talking nonsense,” Whitney scolded, her ears burning.
“Are you carrying this fragrance around the office, luring men?” His brow furrowed slightly, a touch of
displeasure in his voice.
Whitney was speechless. “Mr. L, are you really that petty?”
“I’m not petty where it counts,” he retorted with a sly grin, then grew stern again as he said, “I don’t like
the idea of you working, attracting all sorts of attention.”
Whitney’s neck flushed, sensing that he was probably still bothered by her working with Simon.
She wrapped her arms around his, sweetly coaxing, “I have my career, and besides, you’re the man I
like. We’re dating, aren’t we? What’s there to worry about? My heart is all… yours.”
Her voice was soft, mimicking his tone from the night before, and Ludwik’s expression softened.
Men indeed needed to be coaxed, Whitney thought to herself with a silent sigh, shaking his sturdy arm.
“Where are we going for dinner?”
Felix was about to say, “Madam, Sir has reserved the entire top–tier Russian restaurant in Banyan City
for the evening…”
But then, Whitney suddenly pointed to a twinkling eatery across the street and said, “Ah, I want that
spicy food! L, can we go there, please?”
Ludwik and Felix were both at a loss for words.
ncing at the red tent on the roadside, dust swirling around, Ludwik’s handsome face was as cold as
ice. Whitney saw his displeased expression, and though, as a socialite, she rarely indulged in such
street food, the craving was irresistible. asionally, she and Tiana would sneak out for a treat.
“Please?” She begged, her eyes already gleaming with anticipation.
“I won’t go! And I won’t allow my child to eat junk.”
“But it’s your child who wants it. I’ve been having morning sickness for days, and you don’t even care,”
Whitneyined, convinced that pregnancy was to me for her cravings. As he remained
unmoved, she blinked back tears, looking pitifully hurt. “You don’t love me anymore, and you don’t love
our baby.”
Ludwik, exasperated by the noise, stepped out of the car with a frosty demeanor. Dating was
troublesome, and dating someone younger was even more so – especially one who required constant
pampering.
He strode out, his tall figure a striking presence on the sidewalk.
Whitney cheered up, crossing the street. She did not choose the roadside stall, fearing his wrath, but
opted for
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a cleaner–looking restaurant.
Standing on the curb, Ludwik was a mature and imposing sight, attracting the attention of passersby.
He nced up at the sign that read, “Destiny Barbecue.”
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A smirk tugged at his lips as he teased her, “Even for a simple meal with me, you chose toe to
Destiny Barbecue. Women and their whims.”
Whitney was speechless.
She felt he might be reading too much into it. “L, it’s just the name of the ce. Haven’t you dined out
before? Look around there’s Romance Inn, Cupid’s Kebab House… There are plenty like that.”
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Ludwik’s handsome face stiffened. “Of course, I know! We could swing by the Romance Innter.”
Okay, she thought, best to drop the subject.
They entered the cramped restaurant, and Ludwik looked around with evident distaste, showing no
desire to sit until Whitney tugged him over to a window booth.
She meticulously wiped down the table and chair for him before speaking; her voiceced with
exasperation. “For your girlfriend’s sake, you can put up with it, right?”
The term ‘girlfriend‘ sent Ludwik giving her a suggestive nce, causing Whitney’s cheeks to tint with
color. She quickly turned to Felix, “Felix, take a seat.”
Just as Felix was about to sit down gingerly, he caught Ludwik’s murderous gaze and sprung up like a
jack–in–the–box.
“He doesn’t like this kind of unhealthy food. Go next door and grab yourself a sd,” Ludwik said
coldly, eager to have a meeting without distractions.
Felix thought silently, “I don’t particrly fancy a sd either.”