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!”

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

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

of being taken care of filled her

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

go

avail. Seeing her charming figure, L’s Adam’s apple throbbed

away and closing the

flushed face, she was once again stunned by how skilled

to the scent of ginger coffee, she found L in the kitchen, sleeves rolled

flutter in her chest, she turned her attention to the

came out of the kitchen with the ginger coffee,

coffee on the bedside table, he was instantly by her side with a mocking

spun around, and her retort tinged with sarcasm. “Even if there were traces, wouldn’t a man like you know how to

effortlessly onto the bed. “It seems you

for the comforter, feigning criticism, “Is

middle of the

his masculine, musky scent. Flustered, she

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lean over and suggest. “There are more

“How?” She asked innocently.

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

think?”

away, her face

you

been alone here for days, not even a fernale fly in

indeed spotless and meticulously tidy, devoid