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 a

of his charm. Once again, she was caught

care of filled her mind. Whitney pouted and

gap, and she caught it. However, he hung on to it, refusing to

go

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

the clothes away and closing the bathroom door with a

again stunned by how skilled he was at

and stepping out to the scent of ginger coffee, she found L in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing the drink.

flutter in her chest, she turned her attention to the

out of the kitchen with the ginger coffee, he immediately caught her scanning the room

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

her retort tinged with sarcasm. “Even if there were traces,

the bed. “It seems you need to be put

reached for the comforter, feigning criticism, “Is this bed even

“It’s not. Sniff the middle of

Whitney did as he said but only found his masculine, musky scent. Flustered, she quickly sat up,

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suggest. “There are more

“How?” She asked innocently.

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

think?”

away, her face burning with

“Aren’t you the one who’s

cold. Tve been alone here for days, not even a fernale fly in sight.

indeed spotless and meticulously