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.

feel the power of his muscles, her ears burning with a dangerous sensation. She just wanted him to leave and feigned a

easy, son! Your wife is carrying

her flushed face, he asked, “Are you trying to get back at

wide and innocent. “Is that enough?”

did not press further, standing up and releasing her.

down on the sofa, casually removing his tie. His broad

this man had every

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

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Chapter 3

tonight?”

picking up a magazine and

did not know what

“Do you think I’d stoop to touching a

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

SO I ”

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

seated, silent, as Whitney crawled under the covers. The room

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

Silence.

He ignored her.

Whitney, of a distinguished family

the stillness as

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

was greeted by Natalie’s

perfect match. Tell me, did my son hurt you last night? If he did, I’ll give him a piece

pale complexion the only sign that

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

impassive, accustomed to his mother’s

and Natalie seemed unfazed

deepened Whitney’s curiosity. Who was he, and

whispering, “Madam, it’s clean as a

over, not

wedding night. It’s a family tradition. Seems the staff don’t know any better than to leave it

FS ZEPIS KN

outdated nonsense,” the

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

right?” He leaned close to Whitney, his voice

was she supposed to respond, especially with him lingering so close,

a spoonful of the bird’s nest soup and shoved it into his mouth. “Eat your breakfast and keep quiet.”

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