Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 81

As Whitney spotted L lingering in the hallway, her heart quivered, and a glimmer of hope lit up in her eyes. She wondered if he was just being tough with his words but soft–hearted inside. But then she saw him draping his Jacket over Elaine’s shoulders with such care, and realization hit her hard.

It wasn’t about her all.

L hadn’t left because he was taking care of Elaine, who was soaked to the bone, probably needing to see a doctor.

Meanwhile, there she was, having been roughed up, aching all over in her hospital room, with not even a glass of water to drink because he’d refused to hire a nurse for her.

And from where she stood, it almost looked like L was pulling Elaine into an embrace.

What kind of sister was Elaine to deserve such intimacy?

A chill settled in Whitney’s gaze.

Pushing the IV stand, she slowly made her way out of the room.

Elaine, quick to notice, warned the man while taking a step back, putting some distance between them. It was a clear attempt to show innocence, but it only made her look more suspicious.

Whitney’s gaze turned icy. Suddenly, the cup in her hand felt too heavy, and as it slipped, it crashed onto her foot, eliciting a sharp cry of pain.

Ludwik’s cold hand reached out to steady her as he scolded, “Can’t you be more careful?”

He picked up the cup, and seeing her parched lips, a pang of regret hit him.

Did she need some water?

But Whitney heard only his irritation, a stark contrast to the tenderness he’d shown Elaine just moments before. Her displeasure surged, and she coldly shook off his hand.

His displeasure was immediate. He’d already set aside his pride with the gesture of a peace offering, and now she was pushing him away?

He wanted to spank her for her insolence.

Pressing down on the IV stand, he glared at her with a chilling look, “What’s your problem, Whitney?”

voice laced with self–derision, Whitney retorted, “No problem at all. I wouldn’t want to keep you from playing dress–up with your

ice, and Ludwik’s face turned stormy. “What’s with the

concern, trying to explain, “Whitney, it was because I was wet, so he kindly offered me his jacket. He didn’t mean

to hide her distaste. From the moment Elaine had clung to L’s wrist, to

“I’m not misunderstanding anything, Elaine. You don’t have to emphasize that he put his jacket on

of control. She knew she

tending to other women. The thought of her helpless situation

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at her ‘I couldn’t care less‘ remark. In any argument,

explaining to her? Did she appreciate your efforts to get a lawyer for

eager to express something, but a flicker of darkness passed

how to appreciate

lost his mind, choosing to stay here. Just moments ago, he had hoped that if Whitney showed any sign of softening, he would smoothly reconcile with her. She shared a room

deliberately

you don’t care, Elaine, I’ll

can’t just leave Whitney

furious now, his aura cold enough to freeze the hallway. He grabbed Elaine

hand in hand. Her

weary eyes closed, and dampness spread to the

abdomen aching, making her want to cry

hurried over, offering support. “Is that your husband? If you’d just

really talking to that other woman. Seemed like he was

in her head. With red eyes, she shuffled back to her room, collapsing into bed, too exhausted to

the hospital,

was pulled

by the cold rain, and he released Elaine’s hand, his eyes profound and exhausted. “Go home by yourself,

her home, but

He was using her.

Ludwik offered a half–apology, “I’ll call

was the path she had chosen. One day, she’d repay Whitney’s scorn a

a demure look, she insisted, “It’s okay, Bro. I just have a little cold. I can make it home

listening, his gaze fixated on

into a smirk. This evening had been a triumph. Her ‘kindness‘ was etched in Ludwik’s