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!”

The bathroom doesn’t have a non–slip mat. If you fall, what

of his charm. Once again, she was caught up in the

care of filled her mind. Whitney pouted

through the door gap, and she caught it. However, he hung on

go

no avail. Seeing her charming figure,

the clothes away and closing the bathroom

flushed face, she was once again stunned by how skilled he was at

in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing

in her chest, she turned her attention

time L came out of the kitchen with the ginger coffee, he immediately

table, he was instantly by her side with a mocking grin. “Looking for traces

with sarcasm. “Even if there were traces, wouldn’t a man like you know

seems you need to be put in

reached for the comforter, feigning criticism, “Is

not. Sniff the middle

but only found his masculine, musky scent. Flustered, she quickly

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suggest. “There are more direct

“How?” She asked innocently.

of his belt, his eyes

think?”

him away, her face burning

you the one who’s

his expression turned cold. Tve been alone here for days, not even a fernale fly in sight. Why haven’t gone home? Because someone’s made me

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