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.

was his

it was a product of hatred, a bond that

fate of this child yet. All she could do was try her hardest to protect it. Her heart was

to be struggling too, his mood dark, a frown

how could she feel otherwise for the man who had once harmed the Tennyson

away resolutely and suddenly doubled

approached, and the man’s

feet as Ludwik scooped her up without a second thought for the

his arms, the warmth of his presence searing her cold skin, leaving her

After walking down

You

Ludwik had no choice but to set her

hand hesitated as it reached toward her slightly rounded belly,

hand froze in mid–air.

irritation. He had hoped that she would come home after their encounter

had not returned to the villa.

call, not a simple thank you!

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him the cold shoulder? Just because he had embraced Elaine at the

chest heaved with suppressed rage. He glanced at the pale–faced young woman before striding

but at that moment, she could not bring

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

wanted to leave

even if it meant openly standing with her uncle against him, starting the vendetta

today to hand off her work, especially the

way, her uncle could not use her to

this in mind, Whitney entered the vice president’s office to hand

the president’s office door swung open, and Felix called out publicly, “Whitney, the president

still on the company’s payroll and had no choice

already present. Behind the large desk sat a man whose chilling demeanor seemed to permeate

dared to breathe too loudly, sensing the president’s foul mood.

took her place at the back of the crowd, close

wandered, unbidden, to a memory from half a month ago when they had dined together,