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.

muscles, her ears burning with a dangerous sensation. She

wife is carrying

flushed face, he asked, “Are you trying to get back at me?”

and innocent. “Is that enough?”

not press further,

casually removing his tie. His

man had every right

bed, glancing nervously at

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tonight?”

want to?” He asked, picking up

know

he added, “Do you think I’d stoop

tone was sarcastic and serious, calling her a ‘young expectant

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than her? She eyed his enigmatic silver mask, filled with curiosity

the covers. The room went

me, sir. May I know how old you are? Your

Silence.

He ignored her.

was something Whitney, of a distinguished family herself, recognized as the mark of a truly elite

the stillness as Whitney was on the verge

name. Who was this man, and why did he hide his

was greeted by

two are a perfect match. Tell me, did my son hurt

was an exuberant mother–in–law, her pale complexion the only sign that belied. her limited

end, where a man in a white shirt and black trousers sat, still wearing that silver half–mask. His features were sharp,

was impassive, accustomed to his

Natalie seemed unfazed by his

was he, and what secrets did

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

over, not understanding

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 know any better

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such outdated nonsense,” the man interjected,

Whitney’s seat to grab some jam, pausing briefly to

to Whitney, his voice whispering near her

crimson. How was she supposed to respond, especially with him

outrageous, she scooped up a spoonful of the bird’s nest soup and shoved it into his mouth. “Eat

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