Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 825

"I...," Whitney's cheeks flushed instantly.

With a quick glance of her almond-shaped eyes, she caught sight of Ludwik in his sharply pressed trousers. She dared not provoke him at that moment, but she couldn't resist taking him down a peg. So, she hid behind the desk, her lips quickly curling into a smirk, "You, bring me to justice right here? Wishful thinking, Ludwik. Maybe you should stick to seeing your doctor, might do you some good."

Ludwik glanced down, a shade of embarrassment coloring his chiseled features. He cleared his throat, leaned in, his arms braced on the desk, towering over her across the table, his voice low and heated, "What good would seeing any other doctor do when you're the only 'specialist' that can cure me?

You know well, the treatment involves... personal experience! Don't you, Whitney?"

The air charged with tension at his sultry tone.

Whitney's neck flushed with color, snapping back to reality, "Why am I even discussing this with you? I have the Sheldon Group's contract to draft. Don't distract me!"

"Fine, we have all the time in the world after this," Ludwik quipped with a narrow-eyed smile and a teasing tone.

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Delight Mansion.

Cherry sprang into action!

While her mom was in the bathroom taking a shower, she quickly climbed down and ran to the door, crying out, "Daddy Parker, waaah, I fell down, come and see!" Downstairs, Parker, hearing the noise, immediately stepped out from the guest room and hurried upstairs, "Cherry!"

Entering the bedroom, he found no sign of the little one.

But the bathroom door was ajar, with the sound of running water coming from inside.

Parker, unsure if Cherry was in there taking a bath, rushed over and pushed the door open.

of the woman showering caught him

seemed to glow, like milk, her wet curly hair cascading over her icy jade-like collarbones and white neck, those strands dancing along her body. The side profile of the woman in the

if in longing... Parker had seen this scene before, in the very same bathroom, only in his memory, a man enveloped her from

bathing, felt a draft behind

when she felt an intense gaze

gasped, eyes

her embarrassed attempt to cover herself, her hands flailing, "You jerk, what

of his impulsive state, he quickly averted his heated gaze, his glasses fogging

he saw everything more clearly than he wished

as he clenched the

erratic, her face and chest flushing with a suspicious shame and embarrassment, "Are you

but when I

you peep on my shower? I never pegged

to shrink away. Unfortunately, the towel was too far, and he was blocking the door, leaving her no way to grab it! "Still looking? What's there to see! Haven't you seen enough?"

her, her hasty covering

his throat working harder, found it difficult to look

her words irked him. He was about to leave when he suddenly paused, blatantly staring at her, "Not much to see, really. I was just startled, that's all!

How dare he claim there's nothing much to see? Hadn't he been all over her when they

furious with his emotionally detached demeanor, retorting, "I haven't started. And who knows how scary you look undressed, talking about being

in his lie, the flush

Parker suddenly locked his teasing gaze on her, "Want

the least you could do, but get out first!" she

much longer must she endure

if they had been intimate, it was during his amnesia. Now that he

now, how will I apologize?" His voice husky, he stepped

"What are you doing?"