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.

her ears burning with a dangerous sensation. She just wanted him to leave and feigned

easy, son! Your wife is carrying our

“Are you trying to get back at me?”

wide and innocent. “Is

curled slightly. He did not press further, standing up

him as he sat down on the sofa, casually removing

this man had every right

the bed, glancing nervously at the door. “Are we going

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tonight?”

asked, picking up a magazine

did not know what to

with a melodic chuckle, he added, “Do you

tone was sarcastic and serious, calling her a

SO I

enigmatic silver mask, filled

covers. The room went dark with the

sir.

Silence.

He ignored her.

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

the stillness as

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

was greeted

Tell me, did my son hurt you last

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

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

was impassive, accustomed to his

servants and Natalie seemed unfazed by his

only deepened Whitney’s curiosity. Who was

with a handkerchief, whispering, “Madam, it’s clean as a whistle. Should I put it away?”

not understanding its

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 than to

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to grab some jam, pausing briefly to raise an eyebrow, “She was a

leaned close to Whitney,

turned crimson. How was she supposed to respond, especially with him lingering so close, his cool masculine scent oppressive

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

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