Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 44

Whitney’s cheeks were flushed with anger as she took several gulps of the drink.

L quirked a grin, asking. Tastes bad, huh?”

“Yes,” Whitney lied defiantly, although, in truth, it was not bad at all–he was quite the chef.

His brows arched quizzically, and he leaned closer, “Let me be the judge of that.

Instead of tasting from the glass, his lips found hers in a sudden kiss.

“Hey!” She protested, words muffled. How could he do this again? Whitney struggled, but his absence had clearly affected him, his kisses growing more fervent, Gradually, her resistance faded, her grip crumpling the

fabric of his shirt.

His back was a landscape of strength, which Whitney dared not touch as her cheeks blushed even deeper. Finally, he pulled away to catch his breath, looking at her intently. “Now, you can explain properly.”

How could he? After teasing her, he had the nerve to ask for an explanation?

Pushing him away, Whitney stood up, her voice tinged with annoyance. “There’s nothing to clarify. Mr. L, your personal phone line was answered by some other woman. That alone tells me all I need to know about you. We may be in a contract marriage, but while I won’t meddle in your colorful private life, don’t you dare flirt with me. Got it?”

The atmosphere in the room turned icy.

He stepped forward, his presence chilling. “Me? Colorful private life?”

“Isn’t that so?” Whitney went on, feeling a need for clarity. “Eight days ago, I called you in the afternoon, and a woman answered.”

Frowning, he pulled out his phone and shoved it into her hands. “Check for yourself,”

Whitney took the phone, surprised by his boldness. Guilty men would never hand over their phones so easily. yet he was utterly indifferent.

Feeling a bit awkward but determined not to lose face, Whitney scrolled through the call log.

Eight days back, she checked once, and the record was gone.

“You deleted it, Mr. L. Or maybe that woman

really had someone else, why

sting of pain shot through Whitney’s

How dare he?

think

she pushed him away. “You’re right. I’m nobody.

his tone hard yet softening as he looked into her eyes. “If you want to be someone to me, then try harder. He leaned in, whispering with a mix of arrogance and tenderness, “And just so you know, I’m not interested in women… but if I had to choose, it would be

slowly

with a sudden realization–was she the only one

stammered, “Don’t talk nonsense to me.

want to benefit, I’m at your service,” he said, his lips curving

waste of breath, Whitney huffed, still upset about the mysterious phone

wrapped his arms around her waist, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. “All this fuss over a phone call. You’re just jealous, aren’t you? I have to admit it’s quite fun to see you jealous. What would you do if I

not jealous. You can

out, tickling

shoved him away, losing patience. “Can’t you ever stop, Mr.

which he opened to reveal some medical supplies. He rolled up his trouser leg to show a significant

“Got this

coldly, “Would I be injured if not for you?

her eyes at his self–inflicted tantrum but obediently applied the antiseptic and wrapped the wound

asked out of the

surprised he knew. “Are

I’m over it? Do I look like I want

grievances still not addressed. He still had yet to explain

dear rival. He’s

turned frosty. “Ludwik interested in you? Are you

scoundrel at

“And how would you make this one–time

and

would know best. We’re just in a business arrangement, you

his voice a mix of threat and amusement. “Ludwik wouldn’t give you a second glance, especially not

you friends with Ludwik? L. could you possibly introduce us?” She asked eagerly. He stood up abruptly, grabbing his coat. “Enough. You’ve caused enough trouble tonight. Just sleep here.” Whitney blurted, “And where will you go?

choose