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.

his gaze hard as he stared at her pitiful expression. “What exactly are

up in my vendetta that I neglected

He eyed

but she shook her

admit it; when you’re not, there’s

the

in on her, cornering her against the wall, his voice dark with accusation. “Why didn’t you

gaze turning away. “My phone

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He scoffed.

and, before she could react,

“L! Give that back!”

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

and he steadied her restless little body, his eyes narrowed and voice husky. “Are you craving some kind of attention, perhaps a special punishment,

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

coolly, “I haven’t done anything wrong, so why should I be punished? Please don’t joke with me like that; we

“Why do I detect a whiff of

women have sat on my lap? Wouldn’t you know if you tried?” He raised an eyebrow, grasping her wrists, his anger seeming to

“I’m not sitting on your lap! I told you

since I rescued you today, you owe me

bold. She realized she was no match for

scent. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he said, “You’ve done something

behind her back, Whitney forced to arch her back, and his lips

said they

give her a chance to struggle, kissing her while watching her eyes flicker

trapped against his broad chest, her legs growing weaker, her hands instinctively clutching

the end of his belt, his voice sultry. “You like this? Then hold on tight!”

did not like it! She did not know how things had gotten to

Frustrated, she bit him,

a frown. “Is

you to

what bullying is?” He asked,

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