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 a non–slip mat. If you fall, what about my

the familiar allure of his charm. Once again, she was

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

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

go

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

away and closing the bathroom door with

once again stunned by

sleeves rolled up, preparing the drink. His actions were a stark contrast to his usually arrogant demeanor, which surprised

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

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

instantly by her side with

there were

“It seems you

feigning criticism, “Is this bed even

“It’s not. Sniff the middle of the bed, and you’ll find

only found his masculine,

2/3

and suggest. “There are more direct ways to check, you

“How?” She asked innocently.

the buckle of

think?”

pushed him away, her face burning with embarrassment.

you the one who’s

even a fernale fly in sight. Why

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