Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 1297

In the late afternoon, Camilla looked at her and asked gently, “Are you going to raise the baby, sweetheart?”

She added, “No matter what you decide, I’ll support you.”

Now, Ludwik seized on Camilla’s question, suddenly turning the moment into something formal—almost like a business negotiation—as he asked Whitney for her answer.

Late that night, when the house was silent, Whitney took a deep breath.

She realized, once again, how Ludwik was every bit the shrewd businessman—methodical and precise. He didn’t live by guesswork. Even if he was ninety-nine percent sure what she’d say, he needed to hear her confirm it herself. He needed control—absolute certainty.

The thought left a heavy ache in her chest.

She hated that he kept circling back to this. “Ludwik, what exactly are you getting at?” she snapped.

He picked up on the chill in her tone instantly and knew she’d probably misunderstood his intentions.

He stepped closer, the shadow he cast growing over her. With the warm light behind him, his features seemed carved from marble. He gently wrapped his hand around her wrist, the one holding the baby’s bottle. “Don’t let this fester inside you, Whitney.”

“I don’t want to, but you keep bringing it up,” Whitney replied, her brows furrowing, her heart-shaped face darkening.

She glanced at the baby bundled up in her arms. “So, what kind of answer do you really want from me?”

That was the heart of it.

Ludwik wanted her to drop all her reservations. His voice was low and steady, like the night outside. “I want the truth, straight from you. That’s what respect means to me.

Right now, there’s no grandma, no Dad, none of them.

No Sammy, no Danny.

Forget everyone else, including me.

Just tell me, honestly, from your heart: your daughter—do you love her?

Yes, Florence is gone. But I know some wounds don’t heal so easily.

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