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!”

want to peep you? The bathroom doesn’t have

oversight, Whitney felt the familiar allure of his charm. Once again,

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

passed the clothes to her through the door gap, and she

go

no avail. Seeing her charming figure, L’s Adam’s apple throbbed elegantly as he said, “Need

clothes away and closing the bathroom

again stunned by how skilled he was at charming

ginger coffee, she found L in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing the drink. His actions were a

ignore the flutter in her chest, she turned

kitchen with the ginger coffee, he immediately caught her

was instantly by her

were traces, wouldn’t

the bed. “It seems you need to be put

for the comforter, feigning criticism, “Is this

not. Sniff the middle of the bed,

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

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“There are more direct ways

“How?” She asked innocently.

of his belt, his eyes

think?”

him away, her face

you

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

was indeed spotless and meticulously tidy, devoid of any feminine