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.

were so close that Whitney could feel the power of his muscles, her ears burning with a dangerous sensation. She just wanted him to leave

Your wife is carrying our little treasure!”

asked, “Are

eyes were wide and innocent.

curled slightly. He did not press further, standing

as he sat down on the sofa, casually removing his tie. His broad shoulders and long legs gave him an air

this man had every right to

bed, glancing nervously at the

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tonight?”

to?” He asked, picking up a magazine

know

with a melodic chuckle, he added, “Do you think I’d stoop to

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

SO I ”

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

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

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

Silence.

He ignored her.

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

stillness as Whitney was

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

Whitney was greeted by Natalie’s

my son hurt you last night?

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

gaze drifted to the dining table’s far end, where a man in a white shirt and black trousers sat, still wearing that

impassive, accustomed to his

servants and Natalie seemed

curiosity. Who was he, and what

whispering, “Madam, it’s clean as

over, not understanding

curiosity 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 than to leave it

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up such outdated nonsense,” the man interjected,

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

right?” He leaned close to Whitney, his voice

with him lingering so close, his cool masculine

the bird’s nest soup and shoved it into his mouth. “Eat your breakfast and keep

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