Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

The onlooking girls cheered enviously

L playfully smacked her bottom, causing her to blush and protest, “What right do you have to carry me? I’m not going with you,”

He replied coolly, “Can’t I take care of my child? It’s in your belly, not someone else’s.”

Stunned by his audacity, Whitney found herself being carried back into the Royal One Club.

In the presidential suite, the butler had prepared a warm bath. L carried her to the bathroom, set her down, and with a look of mock disgust, said, “You’re light as a cotton candy. Warm yourself up. If you catch a cold, beware, I’ll have to discipline you!”

Shivering from the cold and slightly indignant, she disappeared Into the bathroom.

His assistant knocked, delivering the lady’s outfit he had ordered.

After her bath, Whitney realized she had nothing to wear. She called out, “Hey… Where are my clothes?”

I was waiting just outside and cracked the door open slightly, “They’re with me.”

Irritated like 4 cornered rabbit, she retorted, “Why are you standing so close? Were you peeping?”

He opened the door further with a cold smile, “Guess how much I saw?”

Embarrassed and clutching her towel, Whitney exclaimed, “L, you’re such a scoundrel!”

With a chuckle, he steadied her. “Be careful!”

want to peep you? The bathroom doesn’t have a non–slip mat. If you fall, what about my

Whitney felt the familiar allure of his charm. Once again, she was caught up in the care he seemed to

of filled her mind. Whitney pouted and said,

and she caught it. However, he hung

go

away but to no avail. Seeing her charming

cnatching the clothes away and closing the bathroom

once again stunned by how skilled he was at charming

found L in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing the drink. His actions were a stark contrast to his

ignore the flutter in her chest, she turned

with the ginger coffee, he immediately caught her scanning

ginger coffee on the bedside table, he was instantly by her side with a mocking grin. “Looking for

retort tinged with sarcasm. “Even if there were traces, wouldn’t a

bed. “It seems you need to be put

for the comforter, feigning criticism,

Sniff the middle of the

Whitney did as he said but only found his masculine, musky

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have him lean over and suggest. “There

“How?” She asked innocently.

took her hand, guiding it towards the buckle of his belt, his eyes brimming

think?”

him away, her face burning

smirked, “Aren’t you the

not even a fernale fly in sight. Why haven’t gone

looked around, his suite was indeed spotless and meticulously tidy, devoid of any feminine