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.

Your wife is

her flushed face, he asked, “Are

were wide and innocent.

not press further, standing up and

with him as he sat down on the sofa, casually

man had every right to be

at the head of the bed, glancing nervously at the door.

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tonight?”

He asked, picking up a magazine and sparing her

did not know what

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

and serious, calling

I

felt a spark of anger. Was he that much older than her? She eyed his enigmatic silver mask,

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

me, sir. May

Silence.

He ignored her.

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

voice broke the stillness as Whitney was on the verge of

Who was this man, and why did he hide his

Whitney was greeted by Natalie’s beaming

perfect match. Tell me, did my son hurt

pale complexion the only sign

dining table’s far end, where a man in a white shirt and black trousers sat, still wearing that silver half–mask. His features were

impassive, accustomed to his

Natalie seemed unfazed by

was

tiptoed over with a handkerchief, whispering, “Madam, it’s clean as a

glanced over, not understanding

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

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up such outdated nonsense,” the man

some jam, pausing briefly to raise

right?” He leaned close to Whitney,

to respond, especially with

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

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