Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 67

She pushed him away in a fluster, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, “Okay, enough already. I’ve been sitting here so long I’m practically boiling”

*Seems like our little Miss Denial has finally come around, huh?” The man’s thin smile was like a spider’s web, and his gaze seemed to ensnare her like a little bee unable to resist his charm.

Whitney was beside herself, her face aflame as she looked up at the towering man; her heartbeat skipped wildly out of rhythm.

There was no denying it–she was a little smitten.

A man like him–handsome, aloof, wrapped in an air of mystery and prestige, with a control that was measured and a wisdom that was cunning–what kind of woman wouldn’t be?

The man, who had a lethal magnetism, had come to her aid in her moments of need. His identity was a riddle yet his background was undeniably powerful.

The inner barrier Whitney had built was starting to crumble…

She turned to leave as her lips unwittingly curved into a smile, “All good now? So, I can go, right?”

But Ludwik swooped her up in his arms, “Consider this our first date. And maybe a little massage after this?”

Whitney gasped.

Why did a simple massage sound so salacious when he said it?

Whitney, facing a portrait of mature mischief, found herself carried into a stylish suite.

Two therapists were already there waiting.

Ludwik set Whitney down gently–being pregnant, she could only get a foot rub.

He, on the other hand, stretched out on the bed with a male therapist attending to him.

He must be tired because he said no more. It seemed that he was always falling asleep quickly whenever she was around.

Whitney quietly dismissed her masseuse and moved next to him, attempting to adjust his position. Even in sleep, his brows were knitted in tension. She instinctively wanted to smooth them out but then her fingers brushed against his silver mask. Her heart skipped a beat.

Now, getting this close was her best chance to unveil the mystery.

Just one look beneath the mask, and she would see his true face, discovering who he really was.

Her nerves were taut, but she hesitated not. She’d soon know if he was the real Ludwik, wouldn’t she?

it was a face completely different

tone was followed by a grip on

a dangerous red hue, only softening

you ask for my permission?” His eyes were icy,

her fear prompting a stammered explanation, “I just

at. Don’t ever be this rude

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gave intentionally surrounded

voice was small with a tinge

and oceanic. He knew the girl would try something like this. He touched the mask on

see the complex look on her

“What’s the matter? You don’t like the scar?” he asked the

her head. It wasn’t that; she

she

you think I’m ugly?” he

haven’t even seen all of

him prominent, “Too bad, you’ve

to date and try this marriage thing, aren’t you going to show me the real you? I don’t even know your full name, your identity, or what you do… It all makes me feel so

from a clever

lips curved in a smirk as he pulled her onto his lap, his voice a deep caress, “All that’s superficial. Wouldn’t you rather feel the man right in front of you

what ‘feelings‘ he referred to, her face turning a deeper

close, admiring her delicate beauty and whispering deeply, “Security, my dear, is something I can provide. I’ll let you get to know me, and as for my identity, you’ll find out the day you fall in

want to duel him to death and abandon his kid

helplessly

too full of himself?

playfully, “Then you might pray for God’s help to let you have

teeth, “Looks like you need to be taught a

to squirm away when suddenly his phone on the bedside table rang. The

persistently until Ludwik answered with a

overhearing Elaine’s panicked plea on the other end, “Bro,

Ludwik, a veteran

it serious? Do you have someone with

I didn’t

The call abruptly ended.