Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 117

But the complexity in the man’s eyes, the storms they concealed, were beyond Whitney’s comprehension. Ludwik mused in silence. Elaine was the bridge between him and the Bartels family; their interests intertwined. There was a time he had wanted her gone, his dislike manifesting as a reluctance to keep her close. But the Lippert family was eyeing him with predatory intent; Kaden was eager to make him hand over the reins of Imperial Gem Corporation to Orion.

Just waiting for him to slip up.

In such times, he needed the Bartels family.

How could this silly girl understand the depths of it all? Ludwik shot her a sidelong glance. “Enough talk. I’m starving. If the food isn’t ready soon, I might just eat you!”

“What an abrupt turn,” Whitney thought, returning to the kitchen.

Yet, even if they were just to soothe her, his words filled her with a sweet sense of being valued and finally feeling the weight of her importance to him.

ly prepared.

Eventually, two maids joined to assist, and dinner was finally

Whitney stood by the bed, feeding him like a dutiful wife, unable to resist glancing at his hands that moved with ease.

“What are you looking at? Injured shoulders don’t mean I can’t move my hands,” he declared righteously, even as his fingers deftly navigated the screen of his smartphone.

Whitney was too shocked for words, thinking that saving her seemed to justify all manner of twisted logic. Felix, too, was silently twitching at the corner of his mouth, thinking. “Mr. Lippert, just admit you enjoy being pampered by your little wife. Would it kill you?”

Clearly reveling in the attention, the man frowned. “I haven’t bathed all day Wipe me down later.”

The bowl in Whitney’s hands nearly tipped over. She stole a glance at his mature, muscular frame, her heart skipping a beat as she blushed. “Maybe… Felix should do it?”

“Did I risk my life to save Felix?”

Whitney fell silent.

And Felix, all too aware, had already left the room.

Whitney clenched her fists, trying to reason with him. “But I’d be embarrassed. We’re not that close yet,” she protested.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I allow you to admire my perfect form. Just don’t get overwhelmed,” he said, his noble arrogance on full display.

loss for words against

by him, she owed him a

the door was closed tightly before fetching a basin of warm water. Taking up the washcloth with trembling hands, she undressed him, muttering to herself not to overthink it she was just cleaning

long and graceful, his muscles well–defined, his skin smooth and pale–a

control her gaze, but it

eyes darting over his body, her

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bobbed as he acknowledged her struggle

not pouncing on me yet, huh?” He thought.

revealed that the man

“Are you done yet?

aflame as she

water, leaning against the door,

ran through her mind as she returned, ready to negotiate again. “Can’t you just hire a male nurse? Just

mind?” He leaned against the headboard, taking deep

flushed. “Stop bullying me, L. I had maids helping me with dinner earlier. You could’ve easily called someone.”

he could

her an indifferent look. “Falling out of love with me already? Yesterday in the hallway, you were pleading for me to wake

retort. She had never said

stop twisting my confession into something it’s not?” Whitney

a sudden wince from him. “What’s wrong?”

feigning vulnerability. “It hurts all because

hint of regret. “Then stop moving. I love you, alright? I’ll do anything for you,

at her wit’s end.

smirked, a devious curve playing on his lips. “Alright, sleep

incredible physique could be devastatingly charming when

just settled into her small bed when he complained, “You’re so far away, it hurts

lay in his embrace. The hospital bed was not wide, and she was cautious not to touch his injured shoulder or head. She felt tired, her eyes heavy with sleep.

and Whitney Instantly snapped awake. “Are

face a mask of stoicism.

of her? If it were not

with concern. “No, I’ll find a

that? Can he