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!”

“Who would want to peep you? The bathroom doesn’t have

Once

of being taken care of filled her mind. Whitney pouted and said, “Give

passed the clothes to her through the door gap, and she caught it. However, he hung

go

pull it away but to no avail. Seeing her charming figure, L’s Adam’s apple throbbed

and closing the bathroom door with

face, she was once again stunned by how skilled he

L in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing the drink. His actions were a

flutter in her chest, she turned her attention to

kitchen with the ginger

ginger coffee on the bedside table, he was instantly by her

were traces, wouldn’t a

her effortlessly onto the bed. “It seems you

reached for the comforter, feigning criticism, “Is this

Sniff the middle of the bed, and you’ll

but only found his masculine, musky

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him lean over and suggest. “There are more direct ways to check, you

“How?” She asked innocently.

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

think?”

away, her face burning with

“Aren’t you the one

been alone here for days, not even a fernale fly in sight. Why haven’t gone home? Because someone’s

around, his suite was indeed spotless and