Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 941

Clad in a flawless white suit that accentuated his lean, statuesque frame, he was undeniably the center of attention at the wedding.

In Tiana's memory, he often donned black, sometimes opting for a more casual look that reminded her of the understated, young magnates depicted in TV dramas. Even in his laid-back attire, his handsome features were stunningly dazzling. At this moment, if one could overlook his brooding expression, his appearance softened by the white suit seemed almost elegantly serene, nearly drawing her into a daydream.

Yet, she dared not even breathe too loud, for fear that this intimate moment with him would shatter like a fragile dream at the slightest touch, her stomach ache quietly gnawing at her.

Oddly enough, despite no longer being... pregnant, why did she still feel nauseous?

Tiana frowned, eventually attributing the discomfort to the tumultuous helicopter ride.

A dive, a descent.

The helicopter landed near the beach, where a pristine white house stood isolated against the backdrop of the emerald Sea Bay.

The villa, strikingly white against the gloomy sky, seemed even more glaring.

Parker, with a swift stride, stepped out of the cabin. The rotor's wind tousled his sharp haircut as he adjusted his frameless glasses, lending his sharply contoured face a cold, almost ethereal pallor.

He turned, fixing his gaze on Tiana, still dazed inside the helicopter.

The pilot, sensing the tension, had wisely made himself scarce!

In the suffocating awkwardness, Tiana felt unable to withstand his icy stare. She hurriedly stood up, testing whether she could smoothly jump down from the steps-

But the tall man had already reached out, pulling her down in one swift move.

"Ah..." Tiana let out a small shriek, her voice fading as quickly as it appeared. Parker's arms, muscular and firm beneath the slim fit of his white suit, effortlessly caught her. Her hair, previously pinned up, cascaded down around her shoulders, dark and thick.

naturally curly hair framed her clear, innocent face, making her look almost doll-like with her

momentarily, his brooding eyes

still foul, the atmosphere chilling. She

she found herself needing to speak, her voice tinged with cautiousness, "Parker, why have you

masculine presence, clean and crisp, as he turned and

in a plea, "I

in chaos by his

how could society ever forgive

arrogance. From being publicly claimed at the wedding to being

a fleeting escapade, a beautiful

afford such reckless

"Parker, listen to me..."

outpacing her easily,

his rampant pride, "Parker, Parker! You shouldn't have left your mother and your family behind

was dismissive as he stood at the villa's doorstep, his slender fingers pulling out to

was nonchalant, almost

glasses,

like

intense scrutiny, "You know that's not what I

words were curt,

shook her head,

want to leave?"

and a chill in his

on her back,

smelled of simplicity and coldness. The living room lacked traditional, expensive chandeliers, opting instead for a few recessed lights in the ceiling,