Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 121

On the other end of the phone, Yvonne and her daughter were a bundle of nerves. They had been shackled in a desolate storage facility, and after the goons had left, it took all their wits to make their way back to the Valentine Mansion Now Yvonne’s mind was racing–the con was clear as day!

Stammering. Yvonne said, “Madam, we were kidnapped last night. They claimed you sent them. In a moment of spite. I let it slip about how you got Whitney locked up. But then they said it was not you who sent them. Could it have been Whitney? Was she fishing for information? We’ve been careless, Madam. Please, could you spare us from punishment over Monica’s competition.”

Elaine could not be bothered to listen to them anymore. Her face turned icy in a flash–it had to be Whitney. She was not just fishing for information; she probably recorded everything.

These two dimwits!

Elaine squinted her eyes furiously, caught off guard by Whitney’s sleuthing–she had discovered she was Yvonne’s secret backer.

And now she had Yvonne’s ‘confession.

If Ludwik heard those words….

Elaine clenched her fist tightly. If Whitney had dug this deep, what other evidence might she

hold?

Meanwhile, Ludwik was accompanying Whitney to her four–month prenatal check–up.

Masked and exuding a majestic aura, he undoubtedly drew the gazes of countless expectant mothers, outshining every other husband present.

Whitney lay on the examination bed, her cheeks flushed as the doctor lifted her shirt. Ludwik’s eyes lingered on her slender waist, as smooth as a baby’s skin, befitting her high–society upbringing.

Such a delicate waist, thankfully complemented by a pleasing behind, otherwise, he would seriously worry about how the baby would make its grand entrance in five months.

Catching Whitney’s warning glare, Ludwik sobered his gaze, turning to look at the computer screen opposite

her

In a deep, mellow voice, he asked, “Doctor, when can she start showing?”

doctor chuckled at the first–time father’s curiosity. “That’s something to ask your wife. She’s quite slim, and every woman’s body is different. She

Don’t you dare keep your figure on purpose, refusing to eat

words–she was not skimping on food;

worth explaining

you should be able to feel the baby’s movements now, the doctor said, pressing on Whitney’s belly. “The baby is right here, swimming like a little fish. If you feel a bubbling sensation, that’s the baby moving.”

slow on the uptake. She did not feel

head, puzzled, and Ludwik impatiently moved his hand over. “Silly, let me try!”

just below her soft waist.

blushed and withdrew

Ludwik could not feel the baby move, but he did not remove his hand, keeping it on Whitney’s stomach, his

19:06

be

mediately glared and bit her lip. “What are you doing? L,

Let the doctor is waiting”

catching

up gumpty.

ultrasound, Whitney was helped up and

the examination room

from playful to serious. His eyes, dark and probing, were fixed on the ultrasound image

the single pregnancy ultrasound to your wife,

Ludwik’s brow furrowed.

a fact discovered

marriage was just a contract, and Ludwik was guarded, worried that if they had twins,

her letting her believe it was a

with genuine feelings involved, revealing the

for her, Ludwik said, a low chuckle in his voice as the

ultrasound picture and scrutinized it–so tiny. It was hard to tell if

a message from Tiana popped up: [Yvonne and Monica called

keeping tabs on

This meant Elaine was now

texted Tiana back: [Come to the