Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel 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.

Her long, naturally curly hair framed her clear, innocent face, making her look almost doll-like with her rosy lips and bright teeth.

Parker’s gaze lingered on her momentarily, his brooding eyes quickly shifting away.

Tiana sensed his mood was still foul, the atmosphere chilling. She promptly straightened up, trying to tame her wind-swept hair.

Her throat felt like it was choked with lead, yet she found herself needing to speak, her voice tinged with cautiousness, “Parker, why have you brought me here?”

Ignoring her, the helicopter's rotors ceased, and the wind died down.

He emanated a strong, masculine presence, clean and crisp, as he turned and started toward the white house.

Tiana stood her ground, unwilling to yield, her brows knitting in a plea, “I don’t know what you’re planning, but let’s go back, please!”

The wedding had been left in chaos by his dramatic exit—how could they face the fallout?

Including Winston, how could society ever forgive them?

Tiana lacked his daring arrogance. From being publicly claimed at the wedding to being kidnapped, she had no choice but to comply, fearful of further embarrassment.

But if this was merely a fleeting escapade, a beautiful dream, then it was time for it to end.

Could adults really afford such reckless abandon?

“Parker, listen to me…”