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.

it, Mr. L. Or

voice laced with mockery. “If I really had someone else, why would I hide it from

pain shot through Whitney’s

How dare he?

she think she was?

in her voice was palpable as she pushed him away. “You’re right.

of arrogance and tenderness, “And just so you know, I’m not

blinked, slowly comprehending his

with a sudden realization–was she the

“Don’t talk nonsense to me. I don’t understand it anyone’s

to benefit, I’m at your service,” he said,

upset

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 really had other women

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

out, tickling her

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

bedside cabinet, which he opened to reveal some medical supplies. He rolled up his trouser leg to show a significant wound on his

asked, “Got this

be injured if not for you? Ungrateful thing, tend

obediently applied the antiseptic and wrapped the wound

the

knew. “Are you offering to

I look like I’m over it? Do I look like I want to help?” His

addressed. He still had yet to explain the phone call

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

frosty. “Ludwik interested in you? Are you

Though he’s a scoundrel at heart, a

thinned in displeasure. “And how would

and

ladies‘ man like you would know best. We’re just in a business arrangement, you have

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

do you know? 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 enough trouble tonight. Just sleep

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