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.

at her, his gaze hard as he stared at her pitiful expression. “What exactly are you sorry for?”

in my

He eyed

up, but she shook her head after

it; when

indignation made the man laugh

voice dark with accusation. “Why

gaze turning away. “My

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He scoffed.

he wrapped his hand around her waist and, before she could react, snatched the phone from her

“L! Give that back!”

on the screen; the phone was intact, and Tiana’s Facebook page was still open,

toes to reach, but he was 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 craving some kind

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

joke with me like that; we have a business relationship, and overstepping boundaries would only complicate things. I don’t care which women have

half–smirk. “Why do I detect a whiff of

about.” “How many women have sat on my lap? Wouldn’t you know if you tried?” He raised an eyebrow,

burn at his suggestive words. “I’m not sitting on your lap! I told you we need to keep

the accountant. So, should I assume that since I rescued you today, you owe me something in

She realized she was

arms, inhaling her soft scent. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he said, “You’ve done something wrong, yet you dare to

her back, Whitney forced to arch her back, and

had said they needed

did not give her a chance to struggle, kissing her while watching her eyes flicker with fear and resistance, her cheeks flushing further,

chest, her legs growing

the end of his belt, his

it! She did not know how things had

Frustrated, she bit him,

with a frown.

told you to

is?” He asked, looking down, his eyes growing

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