Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 87

Elaine murmured under her breath, "Hannah, how can you be so rude to Whitney? Whitney, get up. You'll catch a cold!"

She sauntered over, her steps unhurried as she helped Whitney to her feet.

Hannah's temper flared, "Elaine, why do you even bother with her? She's beneath us.

You think you're something special, Whitney? Everyone knows you only got with Big Bro because you had a scheme up your sleeve. In a year, you'll be out on your ear. For someone as manipulative as you, I'm just giving you what you deserve on behalf of him."

As she spoke, Hannah lifted her glass again, ready to unleash another wave of her fury.

"Hannah! Your brother asked me to look after Whitney. What on earth are you doing?" Elaine's voice was tinged with exasperation.

Mentioning Nolan only stoked Hannah's jealousy as she eyed Whitney's stunning features.

Whitney merely glanced at Elaine, her eyes conveying a story of their own.

But as Hannah's drink came flying, Whitney was done playing nice. In a flash, she twisted Hannah's wrist, redirecting the assault, and doused her with the contents of the glass.

"Aah!" Hannah was caught off guard, her head soaked and chilled, the glass rattling against her scalp.

Screams echoed in the private room, but they were soon interrupted by footsteps and a commotion at the door.

"What's going on?" Nolan burst in first, taken aback by the scene before him.

Whitney turned at the sound and saw L, a towering figure in a crisp black shirt and slacks, his presence dominating the room.

He wore a silver mask, its intricate design throwing shadows across his face in the dim light, only his piercing gaze visible, ensnaring Whitney instantly. She felt her heart flutter, her face paling at the sight of him after days apart.

Ludwik's gaze lingered on her, locking onto hers with a palpable intensity.

Elaine noticed the exchange, the longing and heat in the man's eyes, and pressed her lips.

Hannah, spotting Ludwik, lit up and ran to the imposing figure, pointing an accusing finger at Whitney, "Big Bro! This woman dared to throw her drink at me! She actually thinks she's your wife, treating me like dirt. You have to stand up for me!"

Her sobbing was an act of pure melodrama.

Ludwik's eyes moved to Whitney, his expression unreadable.

Whitney faced him squarely, her demeanor cold. If he dared to defend Elaine like he did that night, she would not hesitate to file for divorce.

"Why is there alcohol in this room?" Ludwik's voice was icy as he addressed the manager.

The manager shivered. "Hannah insisted on drinking."

Ludwik's gaze turned icy, making Hannah tremble with fear.

"I don’t care if she threw her drink at you, but if you had thrown that drink on her, my child might have been exposed to alcohol, Hannah."

His final words left Hannah shaking, disbelief etched on her face.

Whitney was equally surprised by his defense. Was this jerk actually taking her side without question?

Ludwik paid her no mind and strode into the room, sitting on the central sofa with an air of authority.

Nolan glanced at Hannah with distaste, "Who even invited you here? I’m warning you, don't mess with Bro’s affairs."

His patience with his brash cousin had worn thin.

"You! I’m your sister!" Hannah retorted, her eyes narrowing further at Whitney, whom she saw as nothing more than a seductress.

Elaine broke the tense silence, guiding Whitney to sit beside Ludwik, her voice gentle. "The little spat with Hannah was just a misunderstanding. Let's not get worked up, everyone. Whitney, come sit by Bro and patch things up!"

Her mediator's tone seemed genuine, and Ludwik looked her way, pleased.

His eyes settled on Whitney.

Whitney glanced at Elaine, shrugged off her hand, and coldly declined the seat next to the man, "Why so eager, Elaine?"