Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 32

The man’s brows were a cold shade of ash as he scanned her. “You know how much she’s been longing for a grandchild, yet do you even care about this baby? Whitney!”

Whitney froze, at a loss for words.

The baby had come so unexpectedly, and she was forced into this situation. Thus, she truly did not feel very strongly about it.

“What are you getting all riled up for, kiddo? Look at Whitney. Her eyes are all red from you yelling at her,” Natalie’s voice came from the bed as she opened her eyes.

Whitney rushed over, holding Natalie’s hand, her nose tingling with guilt. “Mom, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking it through. I’ve worried you.”

“Ah, my blood pressure spikes, and I tend to faint, but it’s not as serious as that brat made it sound. Don’t listen

to him!” Natalie caressed her face.

She had always cherished Whitney, holding her close, and Whitney felt incredibly guilty. Since her mother’s death, she had not felt such warmth from anyone. She had not realized her lie would send Natalie rushing to the hospital. She did not know how frail Natalie really was until now, and she seemed more fragile than she had thought.

The man watched her anxious little face, his eyes cold.

“Son, come here, help me up.”

After the old lady got up, she pushed Whitney’s hand into the man’s arm. She seemed fine. Apart from high blood pressure, her spirit was still strong. She shuffled out with Taryn, “I’m heading to the restroom. You go charm your wife. She’s carrying my golden grandchild, so no fighting!”

With that final roar, Natalie even had Xandra shut the door behind her.

The hospital room’s light was a soft white, and silence fell.

The man let go of Whitney’s hand and walked to the window, his tall figure standing coldly.

The chill lingered.

Whitney understood why he was so angry now; she had indeed caused his mother great distress.

Him comforting her? That was impossible.

“L, I’m really sorry…” she said, biting her lip.

Her presence diminished instantly.

back at her, his gaze hard as he stared at her pitiful expression.

so caught up in my vendetta that

else?” He eyed

shook her head after a moment of

you’re wrong, admit it; when you’re not, there’s nothing

the

wall, his voice dark with accusation. “Why didn’t you answer my calls or reply to my

turning away.

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He scoffed.

his hand around her waist and, before she could react, snatched the

“L! Give that back!”

phone was intact, and Tiana’s Facebook page was still open, his eyes clouding over. “So you deliberately

too tall and strong. Amid her struggle, his chest began to heave, and he steadied her restless little body, his eyes narrowed and voice husky. “Are you

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

She quickly backed away, flushing, and said coolly, “I haven’t done anything wrong, so why should I be punished? Please don’t joke with me like that; we have a business relationship, and overstepping boundaries would only complicate things. I don’t care which women have been sitting

“Why do I detect a whiff of jealousy? Are you feeling envious for no apparent reason?”

no idea what you’re talking about.” “How many women have sat

felt her cheeks burn at his suggestive words. “I’m not sitting on your lap! I told

I assume that since

always so bold. She realized she was no match for

pushed against his chest, but he pulled her into his arms, inhaling her soft scent. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he said, “You’ve done something wrong, yet you dare to talk back to me. It seems you’re asking for

forced to arch her

had said they needed clear

struggle, kissing her while watching her eyes flicker with fear

his broad chest, her legs growing weaker, her hands instinctively clutching at his expensive shirt, his

onto her ‘little cat paws, pressing them to the end of his belt,

made Whitney blush furiously; she did not like it! She did not know how things had gotten

Frustrated, she bit him,

a frown. “Is that all you’ve got?

told you to bully

what bullying is?” He asked, looking down,

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