Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 66

Whitney peeked through the parted curtains, her eyes taking in the opulence of the private courtyard complete with its own shimmering pond. He had booked the entire venue–this guy was loaded.

The man watched her intently, attempting several times to take her hand, but she resisted, tucking her hands away and awkwardly leading the way.

Ludwik gave a low chuckle. His towering figure was emanating a grace charm as he closed in on her and whispered, “What about what I said back in the room? Have you thought it over?”

Whitney bit her lip, “I don’t quite follow what you mean by ‘a real shot“.”

He turned back, grasping her slender shoulder with a firm, serious grip, “I meant, let’s give a real relationship a shot. What do you say we see if this one–year trial marriage can transition into a lasting union?”

Whitney’s heart skipped a beat as if something inside her had exploded.

She stood there, dazed, her silly expression oddly endearing.

Ludwik knew about her past relationship, but when it came to matters of the heart, she seemed utterly clueless. She was pure as untouched canvas and couldn’t stand a man’s flirtatious movement at all. Her constant blush and watery eyes were too tempting to resist.

He tickled her neck again as his voice became hoarse with urgency, “Well? What’s your answer?”

In a panic, she pushed his hand away; her mind was already a whirlwind from the intimate moment they’d shared in the suite.

And now he was talking about dating? Oh God, that was a total mess.

Whitney hurried towards the hot spring pool, her heartbeat erratic. There, on a stone bench, she saw a table set for dinner, adorned with a sumptuous spread of fine cuisine and pastries–had he arranged a romantic hot spring dinner too? Was this his idea of a date?

She shook her head in annoyance. What was she even thinking?

Noticing her gaze fixed on the cake, he assumed she was just hungry. With a helpless chuckle, he pushed a slice into her mouth, “Eat! And then give me your answer.”

Whitney glared at him silently. Did she look like a hungry kitten to him?

Her cheeks flushed with irritation as he pressed her for the answer, “Nobody forces one to date like you do.”

Considering he was the one who’d suggested a ‘trial marriage‘, Ludwik held back his frustration, “How about we soak in the spa first?”

He pointed out, “There’s your swimsuit.”

Whitney looked down to see matching men’s and women’s robes laid out on the floor.

She turned to look for a changing room.

But before she could, Ludwik was peeling off his shirt and revealing his well–defined and enticing chest.

are you doing, L?”

bath. What,

your pool?

lady, must you be so proper with me? I am your

“A fake one!”

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he approached her with long strides, “I just

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to ‘fake‘ again?”

“I didn’t

and his expression was unreadable, “Then I’ll wait for your agreement for just one sec.

a fluid motion, he unbuckled his belt, and his trousers fell to the floor in

shriek echoed again, “Just put on your swim trunks! Why are you being

out a

a deeper shade of red, her hands covering her eyes. Even in that brief glimpse, she’d seen the sculpted legs,

you done yet?”

your eyes!” Ludwik commanded. He pried her hands away and stepped into the pool,

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in his mouth, exuding a rakish charm as he reached for her

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toes emerged. His gaze deepened

her feet into the warm water and said in a low

so large, and the palm burned against her skin. His calm and collected demeanor was so manly,

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

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glance. Her mind was too overheated to think straight, and she couldn’t bring herself to look up at his handsome face, “I’ll answer your question. Just stop

cigarette adding to his roguish look, “You could have

her go reluctantly, he pinched her little toe. His Adam’s apple was rolling with

biting her lip, “So, are you serious about giving this a

onto her face when he spoke up, “Sweetheart, do you have any idea how precious even a second

second too,” Whitney retorted with a touch of

at her with oceanic eyes. He said in a ow baritone, “I don’t have time to play games with little girls. I need a real wife, not a roommate who won’t even let me in the door. You’re the mother of my child, and there’s no one better suited to be the mom. I don’t want to find my child a stepmother. We can get