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!”

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

charm. Once again,

being taken care of filled her mind. Whitney

the clothes to her through the door gap, and she

go

but to no avail. Seeing her charming figure, L’s

clothes away and closing the

she was once again stunned by how skilled he was

to the scent of ginger coffee, she found L in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing the drink. His actions were a stark contrast to his usually arrogant demeanor, which surprised

the flutter in her chest, she turned her attention to the

ginger coffee, he immediately caught

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

if there were traces, wouldn’t a man like you know how to cover them

her effortlessly onto the bed. “It seems you need to

comforter, feigning criticism, “Is this bed even

Sniff the middle

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

2/3

“There are

“How?” She asked innocently.

guiding it towards the buckle of

think?”

her face burning with

“Aren’t you the

Tve been alone here for days, not even a fernale fly in sight. Why haven’t gone

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