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.

power of his muscles, her ears burning with a dangerous sensation. She just

easy, son! Your wife is carrying

flushed face, he asked, “Are you trying to

and innocent.

He did not press further, standing up and

he sat down on the sofa, casually removing his tie. His broad shoulders and long

man had every right

the head of the bed, glancing nervously at the door.

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tonight?”

asked, picking up a

not know what

“Do you think I’d stoop

sarcastic and serious, calling her a ‘young

SO I ”

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

Whitney crawled under the covers. The room went dark with the flick of

seem to know everything about me, sir. May I know how old you are?

Silence.

He ignored her.

was enigmatic and difficult to get along with–his highborn mystery was something Whitney, of

broke the stillness as

name. Who was this

next morning, Whitney was greeted by Natalie’s beaming

son hurt you last night? If

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

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

impassive, accustomed to his

seemed unfazed by

was

whispering, “Madam, it’s clean as a whistle. Should I

glanced over, not understanding its

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,

to grab some jam, pausing briefly to raise

right?” He leaned close to Whitney, his voice whispering near her

respond, especially with him

spoonful of the bird’s nest soup and shoved it into

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