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?

breath and lifted the mask, revealing a chiseled face with rising brows. But it was a face completely different from Ludwik’s! A scar marred his eye socket, and Whitney froze in shock. He was indeed not the man

are you doing?” The cold tone was followed by a grip on her wrist, and

hue, only softening when he recognized

this close while I’m asleep is dangerous. And did you ask for my permission?”

fear prompting a stammered explanation, “I just

I don’t like being looked at. Don’t

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stern warning that he gave intentionally surrounded her

was small with a

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

see the

her close and softened his voice. “What’s the matter? You don’t like the scar?” he asked the

shook her head. It wasn’t that; she just

couldn’t tell if she was

think I’m ugly?” he

speechless, “I haven’t even seen all of you,

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

and try this marriage thing, aren’t you going to show me the real you? I don’t even know your

from a

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

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

my dear, is something I can provide. I’ll let you get to know me, and as for my identity, you’ll

death and abandon

helplessly

love with him? She scoffed inwardly–was this man too full of himself? Right now,

for God’s help to let you have

teeth, “Looks like you need to be taught

away when suddenly his phone on the bedside table rang. The caller ID read

until Ludwik answered

plea on the other end, “Bro, could you come over? Mr. Lutz is

didn’t spell it out, but Ludwik, a veteran in the business world, had seen it

you have someone with you?” he asked

drunk. Bro, I didn’t want

The call abruptly ended.