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.

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

it easy, son! Your wife is

flushed face, he asked, “Are you trying

wide and innocent.

did not press further, standing up and releasing her.

him as he sat down on the sofa, casually removing his tie. His broad shoulders

this man had every right to

bed, glancing nervously at the door. “Are

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tonight?”

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

know

you think I’d stoop to touching a young

was sarcastic and serious, calling

SO I ”

She eyed his enigmatic silver mask, filled

seated, silent, as Whitney crawled under the covers. The room went dark with the flick of a

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

Silence.

He ignored her.

with–his highborn mystery was something Whitney, of a distinguished family herself, recognized as the mark of a truly

stillness as Whitney

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

Whitney was greeted by Natalie’s

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

was an exuberant mother–in–law, her pale complexion the only sign

where a man in a white shirt and black

accustomed to

Natalie seemed

curiosity. Who was he, and what secrets did he

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

over, not understanding

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

FS ZEPIS KN

such outdated nonsense,” the man

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

I right?” He leaned close to Whitney,

supposed to respond, especially with him lingering so

bird’s nest

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