Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 151

Bryce’s expression tightened, a shift flickering in his eyes.

Whitney shook her head, signaling there was more to be done. She continued to apply pressure to more points on his head while Bryce stood guard by the door.

It was not until 3 a.m. that Braxton miraculously regained consciousness!

The monitor beeped, rousing the Tarringtons, who had been dozing off in the waiting area. Braxton’s son immediately called for the doctor.

Seizing the moment, Bryce stepped out with Whitney as a flurry of doctors rushed into the room, astonished. “Braxton, you’re awake?”

A doctor quickly examined Braxton and found that the internal bleeding had stopped on its own, meaning Braxton could undergo surgery, offering a glimmer of hope!

In a corner of the corridor, Bryce’s phone rang incessantly. He looked at Whitney in disbelief. “You really did it?”

Whitney just shook her head, her expression still tense. “Braxton’s going into surgery soon. I’m worried about complications; I need to stay here.”

Bryce asked, “I need to attend to something urgent. Can you handle things on your own?”

Whitney tightened her mask and nodded silently.

Leaving Bryce behind, she stood vigil in the hallway, her focus unwavering on Braxton’s condition.

Three hours later, Braxton’s brain surgery concluded. The doors swung open, and a doctor emerged to congratulate the Tarrington family. “The surgery went smoothly; Braxton is out of danger!”

At that moment, Whitney’s cold sweat dripped down, and her heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled back into place.

Breathing deeply, her rapid heartbeat brought a moist glint to her eyes.

Ludwik was safe.

the distance between the private hospital and South City Police Station, ready to

tone strained, “Whitney, there’s a situation here, and I need you to come over. I think I’ve been set

Where are you?” Whitney’s grip tightened on her phone, alarmed by the urgency in his

voice.

Bryce, she could not abandon

hailed

At the hotel.

a desk. His usually composed face was flushed abnormally, his gaze hazy. Trying to muster his energy, he

he had been set up because of his assistant’s absence. The business world was ruthless. People would use any means necessary to reach

helped him to his feet

outside slammed and locked the

while Bryce joined in,

have involved you. I wanted your acupuncture to help me, but I didn’t anticipate their

anxious; she was in a hurry to find Ludwik at the station, and now they were trapped.

team

his gaze on Whitney

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I’ll get the needles ready,” Whitney said urgently, dragging him toward the bathroom. “You look bad; I’m

Whitney realized her mistake

the bathroom wall as he lunged, desperate with discomfort. “Whitney, I’m burning

tried to

of control, Bryce did not let her go; instead, he knocked her into the bathtub.

needle kit fell into the water,

pressed her against the tub’s edge, his touch feverish, his breath scorching as he whispered, “Whitney, I like

Snap out of it. This is not right!” Whitney cried, tears welling, prying her mouth free as his lips moved down her neck. She was pushed underwater,

flinched, but his strength was overpowering,

head against the tub, quickly found another needle, and applied it,