Love beyond the mask (Whitney)

Chapter 28

Allergies and still keeping a cat? Quite the peculiar masochist and a loner, this guy.

Whitney’s gaze was too transparent, and the man’s icy glance swept over her. “Are you insulting me?”

“No way. It was a compliment.”

“Complimenting my looks?”

Speechless, Whitney glanced at his smugly curved, thin lips.

Thick–skinned much!

“This whole pink–themed decor, it wouldn’t also be…”

Taryn teased quietly, “It was Sir Ouldn’t also be…”

request.”

Whitney suddenly envied the little cat princess. He spoiled her way too much!

Seeing his indifferent face, Whitney figured if he ever had a daughter, she could not even imagine what twisted thoughts a grown man like him would harbor.

She subconsciously touched her tight belly.

“What unseemly thoughts are you harboring?” Leaned against the door frame, L’s gaze teasingly fixed

on her. Whitney’s face flushed, and she quickly walked in with the dogs, “Hey, kitty, this is Spark and

Blaze. They’ll be staying here temporarily, so you all need to get along, okay?”

She even went through the motions of making the cat and dogs shake hands.

“L, what’s your cat’s name?” Whitney asked, tilting her egg–shaped face up.

The man’s jaw tensed.

Taryn laughed, “Sir hasn’t named the kitty yet.”

Whitney cheekily said, “Your Daddy is so lazy, not even giving you a name. I’ll name you.”

Her voice was soft and sweet; she was just a little girl at that moment. Clearly, she had many sides.

“Let’s call her Olive. It’s noble.”

“I think Whitney is nice too. She’s quiet, not like some girls, all talk no substance.” The man casually

observed her.

Whitney pondered, then turned to ask, “What’s your name then? Let’s see if you live up to it.”

The man’s eyes twinkled with amusement, quick–witted.

Taryn brought over a cat teaser, “Sir, why don’t you try playing with the kitty? It’s okay from a distance!”

Unaccustomed to such activities, the man took the teaser, standing far off, stiff and detached.

Whitney teased him as he frowned. “If you’re allergic like that, why keep a cat?”

The small cat teaser in his large hands suddenly shifted direction, the fluffy end lifting Whitney’s chin as

he swiftly leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear, his voice dangerously charming. “I’m not allergic to

you, little kitty!”

Whitney was stunned, her face flushing at his suggestive words. How dared he compare her to a

kitten?

Then his strong arm encircled her, teasing her several more times with the wand. He whistled lowly, a

serious look on his face, “Can you meow for me?”

He was the epitome of rakish charm, suggesting her to do something so explicit without saying it

directly.

Before Whitney could get angry, he gracefully withdrew.

His playful demeanor was evident as he walked away, clearly in good spirits.

Leaving Whitney wrapped in a haze of flirtation, unable to look directly at the cat teaser anymore! She

thought this man was dashing to the bone. His teasing was irresistible, leaving any naive girl blushing

for a long time

Quite the charmer!

Back at the villa, Xandra suggested Whitney take a bath. She mentioned that Sir was hungry and

asked if she had any simple cooking skills.

Was Natalie retiring to the back house today? Whitney emerged clean from her bath, pondering that

she indeed needed to express her gratitude tonight.

She could cook. A woman of her standing had to know how.

Whitney entered the kitchen and quickly whipped up a plate of spaghetti for him.

“Mr. L, dinner is served.” She presented it promptly.

Her delicate hand, pale and dainty, offered him the fork.

He glanced at it and took it.

Whitney sat opposite him, hands cradling her face, looking a bit despondent. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

He poured a glass of red wine, glancing over at her.

Whitney voiced her worries, “Mr. L, did you know? The landscape painting was bought by Simon, so I

can’t cozy up to my nemesis, and the jewelry competition in October is under his thumb. I’m really in

trouble.”