Alluring Mask

PROLOGUE

WARNING: This story contains mature scenes that are not suitable for young readers. Reader discretion is advised.

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PROLOGUE

I let out a small groan as I felt him press down on the wound on my knee. I grabbed the telephone on the table beside me and threw it at him. He quickly dodged it, even though he wasn't looking at me while his attention was still on applying betadine to my wound. I saw the corner of his lip twitch up, which made me even more annoyed. He's just teasing me!

"That hurts! Are you crazy?" I snapped angrily at him.

He just laughed at me instead of answering. His laughter echoed across the living area, and his voice was so deep that it sounded like he had just woken up.

"Do it properly. I thought you were going to treat my wound. It's your fault I got this wound, and now you're making fun of me?"

He raised his hands as if surrendering. In his right hand, he held a cotton ball with betadine.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," he replied with a laugh and resumed treating my wound.

I simply frowned at him in irritation and watched him treat the wound on my knee. I was seated on the sofa, and he was sitting on the carpet. He was holding my white, silky leg because I kept moving when it hurt. I'm already wondering how many laser treatment sessions I'll need to get rid of this scar!

"I can feel like you're murdering me in your mind," he whispered.

"Good that you know," I said irritably.

He was done in a flash. Letting out a sigh, he settled down next to me. As I glanced at him, I noticed a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Gently, he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You know that you're beautiful, Valentina. Even if you had a scar on your knees," he whispered.

I've always wanted to change myself. Now that I've achieved what I wanted, I'm taking care of myself to maintain it. I might be crazy, but I want my appearance to be flawless because I have never had that before. If I had been beautiful back then, I might not have thought about changing myself.

Still annoyed with him, I rolled my eyes. I looked down at my knee and saw that he had already bandaged my wound. I was only wearing denim shorts and a simple oversized black shirt and paired it with white sneakers.

I grabbed the hoodie that was draped over the back of the sofa and placed it on the handle of the suitcase. I took hold of it and pulled it out of the room to leave.

I could still hear his laughter behind me, which made me irritated again. I'd already gone out the door, waiting for him because he had the huge luggage. I left the two doors open so he could take everything out.

Fortunately, we're going to use Atlas' private plane, so the travel from Mexico to the Philippines wasn't a hassle. Even though Atlas doesn't communicate and doesn't show himself to us, we can still use his transportation. I'm his assistant, after all, and Oceanus is his right-hand man. The only reason I was in such a hurry was because I felt it was rude to keep the pilot waiting.

The vase he was holding accidentally slipped from his hands. I was about to run to catch it, but the water inside spilled out. He slipped, and of course, I fell with him. Neither of us caught the vase, so it shattered. I ended up with glass cuts and a scraped knee.

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"Are you going to get laser treatment for your scar there?" he asked me as he settled comfortably into his seat.