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?”

all. I wouldn’t want to

Ludwik’s face turned

“Whitney, it was because I was wet, so

distaste. From the moment Elaine had clung to L’s wrist, to the subtle provocation in her voice, Whithey recognized the games

don’t have to emphasize that he put his jacket on you.

acknowledged feeling somewhat out of control. She knew she shouldn’t

room while tending to other women. The thought of her helpless situation in the hospital room stirred a mixture of resentment

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‘I couldn’t care less‘ remark. In any argument, she’d retreat like a turtle

Elaine, “Why bother explaining to her? Did she appreciate your efforts to get a lawyer for her? She clearly doesn’t care, and if I went

express something, but a flicker

really don’t know how to appreciate things.”

hoped that if Whitney showed any sign of softening, he would smoothly reconcile with her. She shared a room with

deliberately picking

declared, “Since you don’t care, Elaine, I’ll take you

can’t just leave Whitney here,” Elaine

cold enough to

on her IV stand, watching them leave hand in hand. Her heart felt colder than the howling

her weary eyes closed, and dampness

abdomen aching, making her want to cry even

“Is that your husband? If

really talking to that other woman. Seemed like

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

hospital,

secretly thrilled, was pulled

Ludwik was quenched by the cold rain, and he released Elaine’s hand, his eyes

expression froze. He had said he would take her home, but that was just an angry

He was using her.

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

felt a scratch at her heart, but this was the path she had

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

his gaze fixated on the hospital’s second

her heart turning into a smirk. This evening had been a triumph. Her ‘kindness‘ was etched