Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 109

The night was deep when Nolan ordered a special meal from the five–star hotel’s room service–a pregnancy–friendly dinner for Whitney.

She felt a pang of sympathy for L, who was still recovering from surgery and unable to eat, so she turned away to eat, not wanting to tempt him with the scent of food.

As Whitney quietly nibbled on her meal, a cozy rollaway bed was brought into the room and placed snugly beside Ludwik’s hospital bed. Her brow furrowed in confusion. “L, aren’t you planning on hiring a nurse?” She

asked.

“Why would I do that when I have you?” He responded dryly, eyes closed and lips pale. “Money doesn’t grow on

trees.”

Whitney was not bothered by the prospect of caring for him–it was not fatigue that concerned her. It was just that the restroom situation earlier had been so inconvenient. Although they were legally married, their relationship was still in its early stages, and physical intimacy had not yet been a part of it. She felt shy about such matters.

Ludwik’s gaze landed on the petite figure of his pregnant wife. Weakly, he patted the bed beside him. “Are you done eating? Hurry up and come sleep next to me. I’m in pain.“–

With a sigh, Whitney hastily finished her food and climbed into the rollaway bed, worried that he was in pain. The moonlight softly filtered through the window as she drifted to sleep beside him, her intended role as a caregiver forgotten in her exhaustion.

Ludwik, however, lay awake, silently enduring the pain that made even shifting his position agonizing. He did not have the heart to disturb Whitney; her delicate features were shadowed with fatigue.

The next morning, Whitney awoke from a rare good sleep to Ludwik’s stern voice as he instructed his subordinates, with several police officers in attendance. She blinked away sleep to find her head buried under

the covers.

One of the subordinates could not help but sneak a glance at the small figure on the bed next to their boss, her pink cheeks peaking from under the covers.

The subordinate said, “The assailant who attacked you has been identified. He’s a relative of a deceased worker from the Elate City Sea Bay project. You did not make amends after the accident, which probably sparked resentment. The local manager tried to settle the matter cheaply to report back to you, leading to the family seeking revenge.”

“How did he manage to track down Whitney?” Ludwik asked, his brow furrowed.

Whitney caught snippets of the conversation about last night’s incident and chimed in from under the covers, “It’s strange. Hardly anyone knows about my relationship with you, L. Last night, I was forced into the construction site by motorcycles.”

Ludwik’s eyes narrowed as

take revenge on you? But speculated, “Could the relative have planned to force Madam onto the site to

out about her? Maybe he saw her with you while tailing you a

been spotted

dawned on Ludwik–he had indeed taken Whitney out publicly when times were good

on the street.

attacker is skilled and act

injured, we hope Madam

three days. Dismissed!” Ludwik cut them off sharply,

Chapter 109

to increase security at the hospital,

to Whitney, who was still hiding under the covers,

the misconceptions that always seemed to follow them

prompting Ludwik to say with his pale lips, “I need to

restroom.”

for her to wake up

Whitney was speechless.

he not ask Felix

sleep all night because of the

conceded, getting out of bed. After all, he got injured because of

Felix was speechless.

brought over a new basin with a blushed face and said, “It’s bad for

was her intensive care that he sought, so it was all the

and said, “Fine. Come over

and Felix left right

the blanket but could not find it, so she leaned closer.

door opened, and the doctors, led by the head surgeon, entered, catching them in an awkward moment. “I’ve come for your check–up… Oh! My apologies. Am I interrupting something? Carry on, then,” he stammered, backing out

and L were in.

she had been misunderstood

youngsters are energetic, but you guys need to tone it down

mistaken!” Whitney nearly shouted.

mouth! Now, she was probably the most infamous woman in the hospital.

flushing. Suddenly, a female doctor intern said, “This

her face red as blood as she quickly removed

man stopped her, looked at her deeply, and said, “I didn’t go

left and the door closed, he reminded her, “You’re about four months along now, aren’t you?” His gaze lingered on her still–flat belly and

to the restroom to hide her embarrassment, phone. “Madam, Sir said to give