Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 89

Parker glanced down at the woman, the chill of his glasses betraying his impatience as he moved to walk past her.

"Parker?" Tiana piped up, a hint of confusion in her voice. "Did I do something to you? Why are you ignoring me?"

Great, the little ditz had completely forgotten.

His henchmen dared not laugh. This woman had no shame—she had nearly forced herself on Parker that night, leaving his shirt and belt all askew.

As the man strode away coldly, Tiana was left baffled. He gave off a dangerous vibe, ruthless and intimidating; she shivered at the thought. Better to keep her distance, she decided.

Leaning against the wall, Nolan eyed the sweetly clueless woman making her departure and flashed a wicked grin at Parker's men. "Does Parker have a thing with Whitney’s little friend?"

The henchman chuckled. "A bit, yes. Parker had to take a cold shower afterward."

Nolan clicked his tongue, gossiping, "Parker, your fiancée never got you all worked up, huh? What's little Tiana's secret?"

Parker glanced at Nolan's charming, playboy face and could not help but sneer. "Laughing at me? Look at yourself. Your beloved gal got scooped up by your big brother, Ashton Fuller, and you're just gonna keep moping around? Ashton doesn't even love Valerie; his heart belongs to..."

He trailed off with a mischievous smile. Ashton was their friend, too, but his relationship with Ludwik was fraught with tension, mainly because of a one-sided infatuation with a woman- Elaine. The four brothers were as close as can be, and although Nolan appeared to be a ladies' man, he was actually the first to really fall for a girl-Valerie.

Unfortunately, Valerie...

"When are Ashton and Valerie due back from their honeymoon in Maelstrom Country?" Parker inquired.

Nolan's face darkened. "How the hell should I know?"

...

Felix drove the car back to the villa.

Whitney stepped out and headed inside, swapping shoes.

The man's tall shadow loomed over her as he casually blocked her path to the stairs, one hand in his pocket.

Whitney tried to push past, but he effortlessly swept her up in his arms.

Ludwik's brows furrowed as he ordered Taryn, "Get the first aid kit!"

Whitney was taken aback. "You..."

He looked down at her and said with a deep voice, "I know everything."

Whitney ended up on the couch, sitting on his lap.

Ludwik gently rolled up her sleeve, and as she flinched under his touch, she could no longer hold back her tears.

Tears spilled from her eyes like broken pearls.

Ludwik's steady gaze flickered with panic as he looked at her pitiful expression.

He gripped her soft shoulders, his heart melting.

Whitney's emotions were out of control, oh, so he finally knew.

Her grievances.

"There, there." His voice was deep and alluring as he wrapped his arms around her, feeling her tears against his shirt like burning embers on his heart. "I know you were roughed up in jail; that night must've been terrifying, and you were all alone. I'm sorry, okay?"

Whitney buried her head in his shoulder, biting him hard in her sobs.

Taryn quickly came with the first aid kit as Ludwik soothed her trembling back, applying ointment to her bruises with a firm yet gentle touch.

Whitney, her skin pale as snow, winced in pain.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Of course..." She muttered irritably, "There are more bruises all over."