Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 52

Down the backstage corridor, the man seemed to be enjoying a cigarette.

Was he a smoker too, like L?

Tiana nudged Whitney, "Go on, give him a hearty thanks. I'll keep watch for you."

Whitney shot her an annoyed look and hurried over.

"Mr. Lippert," she called out in the empty hallway, trying out flattery for the first time, "Mr. Lippert?"

The tall man turned around. His handsome face was unmatched in the world, a hint of mischief playing in his deep eyes.

"Not calling me a jerk or a nemesis anymore?"

A wave of embarrassment washed over Whitney.

He had done her a huge favor, yet he was still so snarky.

She looked up earnestly to express her gratitude, "Mr. Lippert, I honestly didn't expect your help today, especially given my strong prejudices against you. I never thought you were the type to step in and help others. Maybe I had you a little wrong..."

"Just a little wrong?"

"A lot wrong." Whitney conceded, looking down.

He chuckled and stepped closer to her.

The petite woman continued her apology, "I was angry with you for being seduced by Monica's bribes, but it turns out you kept the painting as evidence. You're clever and wise. I'm sorry for my misunderstanding towards you, Mr. Lippert. Words can hardly express my gratitude to you."

She meant to say thank you, truly.

But he blew a breath towards her and said in a teasing voice, "Then how do you plan to show your gratitude? Actions speak louder than words, right?"

His suggestive gaze made her heart race.

He strode towards her the next second, and Whitney found herself cornered against the wall by his imposing figure.

The shadow cast by his tall frame enveloped her face, an air of intimacy filled between them.

Whitney’s cheeks flared red and she protested, "Mr. Lippert, I'm having a serious conversation with you."

"Am I not being serious?" he tilted his head, feigning solemnity, "Shouldn't you be a bit softer, a little more grateful to your benefactor?"

"You should keep a respectful distance, though. I'm a married woman. And I still don't understand why you suddenly helped me rather than adopting a hostile attitude. Can you tell me the reason, Mr. Lippert?" She tried to maintain some distance between them, placing her fists defensively in front of her.

Ludwik glanced at her small fists and raised his eyebrows, "Me, hostile towards you? Seems to me it was you who kept trying to pick fights with Imperial Gem Corporation, biting off more than you could chew."

"You!" Whitney's face scrunched up in anger, but then she had a revelation, "Oh, so Mr. Lippert does know who I am! The CEO of Skye Gem Ltd., your competitor, remember?"

There was a brief flicker of annoyance in his eyes, but he chose not to respond.

Whitney grew more certain that this arrogant man indeed knew her identity.

Her lips curled into a slight smirk, "So why did you decide to help me?"

Assistant Felix, squeezed into a corner nearby, struggled to contain his amusement.

After all, who else but the boss would stand up for his own fiery wife when she's wronged, even if he had to keep his identity a secret.

Frustrated by his silence, Whitney pressed, "Mr. Lippert, we are competitors, and yet you used that $26 million painting to help me. You don't have some ulterior motive, do you?"

He played along, trapping her against the wall with his strong arm with a teasing smile, "Yeah, I have no interest in those drab landscape paintings!"

What?

Leaning closer, he whispered provocatively, "But what if I had a little interest in you? Would you be willing to... indulge me?"