Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The man’s gaze flickered back, his emotions unreadable. “You’re not willing?”

Whitney bit her lip, troubled. She barely knew him, yet a child was on the way–a result of an unexpected

encounter.-

He sauntered over, lifting her chin with a firm grip, admiring her beautiful, youthful face and tender red lips. “Some things I’d rather handle myself,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

Whitney paused, confused.

His lips twisted into a sly smile, though his tone remained serious. “But I have a profound respect for life. We’re going to have this baby.”

His assertiveness took her aback, and Whitney suddenly understood his meaning. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

He strode coldly towards the door, which was suddenly blocked by an excited voice. “Little brat, if you dare come out tonight, I’ll keel over right here!”

And then the sound of the door locking!

Whitney, bewildered, asked, “Who’s that outside?”

“Your mother–in–law, Natalie.”

Whitney was speechless.

He returned with a dark expression, pulling her towards the bed. His voice was a low, enticing whisper, “Will you play along?”

“With what?”

“Acting out our wedding night.”

Speechless, Whitney looked up into his mature eyes that seemed to swallow her whole. Her cheeks burned

even hotter as she realized what he meant. “But I… I don’t know how.”

He frowned, then suddenly pinned her to the headboard, his hands reaching for the ties of her dress.

“Ah! What are you doing?”

“Do you know how now?” He asked, one eyebrow raised in mischief.

Giggles of delight sounded from beyond the door. “Thank the Lord, the boy finally knows what he’s doing!”

Pinned awkwardly beneath him, Whitney’s bare shoulders glistened like cream, and he glanced over them, his gaze darkening as he inhaled a sweet fragrance.

close that Whitney could feel the power of his muscles, her ears burning with a dangerous sensation. She just wanted

easy, son! Your wife is carrying our

“Are you trying to get back at me?”

and

slightly. He did not press further,

restrained desire left with him as he sat down on the sofa, casually removing his tie.

every right to be

huddled at the head of the bed, glancing nervously at the door. “Are we going to sleep

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tonight?”

want to?” He asked, picking up a magazine and

not know

“Do you think I’d stoop to touching a young

serious, calling her a ‘young

I

much older than her? She eyed his enigmatic silver mask, filled with curiosity about what lay beneath. Was it

under the covers. The room went dark with

sir.

Silence.

He ignored her.

was enigmatic and difficult to get along with–his highborn mystery was something Whitney, of a distinguished family herself, recognized as the mark of a truly

stillness as Whitney was on the verge

her just an initial, no name. Who was this man, and why did he hide his face?

morning, Whitney was greeted by Natalie’s beaming

me, did my son hurt you last night? If he

choked. Natalie was an exuberant mother–in–law, her pale complexion the only

the dining table’s far end, where a man in a white shirt and black trousers sat, still wearing

impassive, accustomed to his

seemed unfazed by his

deepened Whitney’s curiosity. Who was he, and what

tiptoed over with a handkerchief, whispering, “Madam, it’s clean as

glanced over, not understanding its

curiosity and explained with a chuckle, “It’s a bridal handkerchief used for the wedding night. It’s a family tradition. Seems the staff don’t

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bring up such outdated nonsense,” the man

to grab some jam, pausing briefly to raise

to Whitney, his

supposed to respond, especially with him lingering so close, his cool masculine scent oppressive and

bird’s nest soup and shoved it into his mouth. “Eat your breakfast and keep

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