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

“If I really had someone else, why would I hide

sting of pain shot through Whitney’s

How dare he?

did she think she

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

the drama,” he retorted, 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

blinked, slowly comprehending his

burned with a sudden realization–was she the only one for

she stammered, “Don’t talk nonsense to me. I don’t

service,” he said, his lips

upset about the mysterious

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

jealous.

breathed out,

away, losing patience. “Can’t you ever stop, Mr. L?”

L declared, leading her by the hand to the bedside cabinet, which he opened to reveal some medical supplies. He rolled up his trouser leg to show a significant wound

“Got

be injured if not for you? Ungrateful thing,

obediently applied the antiseptic

he asked out of the blue,

up, surprised he knew. “Are

it? Do I look like I want to help?” His voice was

still had yet to explain the phone

to go see that Ludwik, my dear rival. He’s got the power, he seems interested in me. Maybe I’ll

frosty. “Ludwik interested

he’s quite the catch! Though he’s a scoundrel at heart, a one–time investment wouldn’t be a loss,”

“And how would you make

and

would know best. We’re just in a business arrangement, you have no

of threat and amusement.

stood up abruptly, grabbing his coat. “Enough. You’ve caused enough

to choose from,