Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 147

Whitney did not respond to him; instead, her heart ached with pity at the sight of her feeble uncle. She pulled out an acupuncture kit and said, “Uncle, I’ve learned some acupuncture from Mom. I can’t do much about scar tissue, but I can try to ease your phantom limb pain with some acupuncture. Shall I give it a try?”

Keegan, massaging his right leg, grimaced and nodded his consent.

To their amazement, the treatment seemed to work wonders. Keegan looked at her with a melancholy smile. “Your mom was a whiz with healing. She didn’t teach you all her secrets, but what you’ve got is pretty darn good. If only she were still here.”

Whitney’s expression froze. Every word from her uncle was a reminder of his hatred.

The next day, Whitney stepped into the towering United Realty Corporation building.

Sleep had eluded her, and it showed on her pale face.

She happened to arrive during the morning rush, and the elevator was crowded. Maybe it was the stifling space or her recent emotional turmoil, but when she exited the elevator, the little life inside her stirred more violently

than usual.

Whitney had been feeling the baby’s movements frequently lately, but it was more painful this time.

She had no choice but to stop, leaning against the wall, slightly bending over, her delicate hand caressing her belly to soothe the little one inside.

While taking deep breaths and gently patting her belly, she suddenly felt a piercing gaze sweeping over her.

She stiffened and turned her head, her eyes locking with those of a man filled with emotion.

His gaze was like a net, entangling her.

Then, as if laden with a thousand sentiments, his eyes focused on her belly.

Whitney looked up at his deep–set features, his jawline handsome even beneath the mask, and she felt his gaze searing her skin.

A deep, aching emotion welled up inside her, a maelstrom of feelings, yet she remained silent.

He was looking at her belly. As a father who was absent for a couple of weeks, he must be missing the child.

his

was a product of hatred, a bond

All she could do was try her hardest to protect it. Her heart was a mess, her anxiety and conflict bringing tears to her eyes, which she

to be struggling too, his mood dark, a

could she feel otherwise for the man who had once harmed the Tennyson family in the name of his business empire?

away resolutely and suddenly doubled over with a sharp

approached, and the man’s cold

feet as Ludwik scooped her up without a

his arms, the warmth of his presence searing her cold

After walking down

anymore. You can

all eyes on them, Ludwik had no choice but to set her down gently.

toward her slightly rounded belly, but Whitney dodged his touch.

froze in

a frosty anger, his heart filled with irritation. He had hoped that she would come home after their encounter at the café yesterday.

had not returned to the villa.

phone call, not a simple

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Just because he had embraced Elaine at

He glanced at the pale–faced young woman before striding coldly past her into his

had angered him again, but at that moment, she

Her uncle wanted her to stay and act as an insider, but every second of deceit

to

bear it, even if it meant openly standing with her uncle against him, starting the vendetta afresh. Rather than using a sweet knife to wound

she had come today to hand off her work, especially the hotel group project.

could not use

this in mind, Whitney entered the vice president’s office to hand over her work and submit

open, and Felix called out publicly, “Whitney, the

on the company’s payroll and had no choice but to comply, turning

several shareholders and executives were already present. Behind the large desk sat a man whose chilling

too loudly,

the back of the crowd, close

half a month ago when they had dined together, and she had read