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?

was a face completely different from Ludwik’s! A scar marred his eye socket, and Whitney froze in

was followed by a grip on

flashed with a dangerous red hue, only softening when he recognized her. Whitney’s hand throbbed with pain,

close while I’m asleep is dangerous. And did you ask for my

stammered explanation, “I

being looked at. Don’t ever be this rude again,

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warning that he gave intentionally surrounded

was small with a tinge

the mask on his face, hoping he’d managed the deception well. Noticing

see the complex

voice. “What’s the matter? You

shook her head. It wasn’t that; she just hadn’t expected that he really wasn’t

couldn’t tell if she was

I’m ugly?”

all of you, but you’re not as handsome

the rogue in him prominent, “Too bad, you’ve already agreed

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

from a clever

he pulled her onto his lap, his voice a deep caress, “All that’s superficial. Wouldn’t you rather feel

his wicked energy, not sure what ‘feelings‘ he referred to, her face turning a deeper shade of

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 love with

duel him to death and abandon his kid the day she fell in love

helplessly

blinked, taken aback. Fell in love with him? She scoffed inwardly–was this man too full of himself? Right

you might pray for God’s

“Looks like you need to be taught a

when suddenly his phone on the bedside table rang. The

Ludwik answered with a

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

but Ludwik, a veteran in the business world, had

with you?” he asked in

didn’t want to

The call abruptly ended.