Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 80

Whitney trembled all over, chilled to the bone as if drenched by a bucket of ice water that stung her eyes and turned them red.

Her lips quivered, her face pale as death, not understanding why he was so furious with her. She was already exhausted.

She nodded weakly, a bitter laugh escaping her, “Fine, I’m despicable. I’m worn out. It’s been too much tonight, and I have no desire to argue with you anymore–especially since you’ve arrived so late.”

Bitterness spread from the tip of her heart, and a subtle ache proved more piercing than any physical wound.

“Bro, don’t stoop to his level, you’ve hurt your lip,” Elaine suddenly panicked, hurrying over.

Observing that Whitney didn’t turn to Ludwik but instead assisted Simon, Elaine knew tonight would be full of drama.

Suppressing her excitement, she worriedly helped Ludwik to his feet.

Ludwik’s gaze turned colder. Even Elaine, an outsider, knew to help him.

Was Whitney a complete fool to assist Simon instead?

His eyes fixed on the woman before him, and upon spotting the men’s sweater she wore, his temper flared again. He strode over, grabbed her arm without a word, and started tugging at her sweater, “Whose damn clothes are you wearing?”

“L, don’t touch me…” Whitney’s face grew paler still.

“I can’t touch you? Who can, him?” His anger swelled, his grip tightening on her wrist.

Whitney felt as if her arm would snap; the pain left her speechless.

“Have you lost your mind? Don’t lay a finger on her! Do you have any idea what… what happened to her in jail?” Simon tried to rise, his voice filled with rage.

Elaine stomped on Simon, cutting off his words with a yelp of pain. She rushed to Whitney’s side, her face etched with concern, “Bro, easy. Whitney might’ve been hurt in the lockup.”

Examining Whitney’s face, which was indeed pale, Ludwik detected no sign of injury.

His expression turned even colder. It was clear that Elaine was trying to cover for her.

Just a moment ago, they said she was merely shaken.

cozy up with Simon in the restroom! His judgment clouded by

thought that she believed Simon had saved her put

fine to me! Cozying up with another man in the restroom, no

chilled upon

marks on her face, concealing the bruises, yet this didn’t mean

Was he blind?

carrying his child, terrified, slandered, sitting motionless in an interrogation room for hours without water, anticipating

he did at that

didn’t

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calls she made to

he arrived at his leisure, with Elaine in

pent–up emotions and tension of the night, all

at the corners of her eyes as she exclaimed, “Yeah, I’m fine, your baby’s fine too! I’m not in pain at

and she wanted to share it with him, wanted

He was late, and

socialite. She had never experienced

Why didn’t you answer my calls, why you were so late…” Her gaze swept past

bring his so–called sister on a business trip? Why did he bring his so–called sister when dealing

dark and mocking, his face etched with anger, “Whitney, you’re just a heartless

the move because

turned coldly and

with concern, pleading, “Bro, Whitney looks weak. You can’t just

a storm as he

get Whitney a nurse?” Elaine tried

nurse. Let her fend for herself!”

with nothing but a scornful

he not see the

with pain and a

but he knew staying would only

with a somber expression, he expressed concern for her, “Be careful. I’ll look into

her petite face looking

was as

doctors came in, and her cup of water was now empty. Thirsty and bewildered by L’s cruelty, Whitney couldn’t comprehend why he would neglect her, especially considering she was carrying his child. Tears streamed down her face, and she exerted