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.

deleted it, Mr. L. Or maybe that woman

mockery. “If I really had someone else, why would I hide it

pain

How dare he?

she think she was?

in her voice was palpable as she pushed him away. “You’re right. I’m nobody. I’m just a

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 you. You slept with me, and you have to be responsible for this,

blinked, slowly

a sudden realization–was she the only

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

your service,” he said, his

still upset about the mysterious phone

you? I have to admit it’s quite fun to

face tightened. T’m not jealous. You can have whoever

He breathed out, tickling

“Can’t you

hand to the bedside cabinet, which he opened to reveal some medical supplies. He rolled up his

asked, “Got this the other

be injured if not for you?

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

asked out of the blue, “Did your stepsister

surprised he knew. “Are

look like I want to help?” His voice

own grievances still not addressed. He still had yet to explain the phone call or

dear rival. He’s got the power, he seems interested in

“Ludwik interested in you? Are you

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

in displeasure. “And how

and

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

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

Are you friends with Ludwik? L. could you possibly introduce us?” She asked eagerly. He stood up abruptly, grabbing his coat. “Enough. You’ve caused

of secret chambers for lovers to choose from, don’t I? I’ll just pick on,” he