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.

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

wife

down at her flushed face, he asked, “Are you

wide and innocent. “Is that enough?”

He did not press further, standing up and releasing

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

this man had every right to

the head of the bed, glancing nervously at the

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tonight?”

you want to?” He asked, picking up

did not know

he added, “Do you think I’d stoop to touching a young

serious, calling her a ‘young expectant mother.’

SO I ”

that much older than her? She eyed his enigmatic silver mask, filled with

as Whitney crawled under the covers. The room went

sir. May

Silence.

He ignored her.

and difficult to get along with–his highborn mystery was something Whitney, of a distinguished family herself, recognized as the mark

His deep voice broke the stillness as Whitney

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

was greeted by

perfect match. Tell me, did my son hurt you last night? If he

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

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

accustomed to

seemed

Whitney’s curiosity. Who was he, and what secrets did

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

not understanding its

with a chuckle, “It’s a bridal handkerchief used for the wedding night.

FS ZEPIS KN

outdated nonsense,” the man interjected,

approached Whitney’s seat to grab some jam, pausing briefly to raise an eyebrow, “She was a virgin. I

He leaned close to Whitney, his voice whispering near

respond, especially with him lingering so close, his cool masculine scent oppressive

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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