Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 191

She put down her phone expressionlessly and leaned against the headboard, gently cradling her still stomach. Despite her exhaustion, sleep eluded her.

Her eyelids drooped, and as she listened to his uneven breathing, Whitney stared blankly at him.

At some point, Ludwik’s large hand found its way to the edge of her stomach.

It was probably just an instinctive motion in his sleep.

A pang hit Whitney’s heart as she gazed at his face, surprisingly tender under the soft light, and a wave of uncertainty softened her.

Maybe it was only in his dreams that he could let go of his hatred for her, only then remembering they were expecting a child.

When awake, he didn’t want the child at all.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she cautiously stroked his hair, her movements slight and ambivalent. “Ludwik, I can’t fathom your heart. I don’t know what you’re thinking. Do you despise me to the bone, or is there a sliver of space for me? In your sleep, without malice, you fill me with a flicker of hope…” Exhausted, her words trailed off, and she collapsed onto the bed.

Ludwik awoke amid a softness he recognized, surrounded by her scent and tenderness.

He had slept surprisingly well. Opening his eyes, he found himself curled up in her arms.

His cheek against her belly, he could hear the faint stirrings of the little one inside.

His handsome face froze for a moment, filled with a chilling detachment that quickly blended with unguarded tenderness and longing.

He looked up to see her pallid face, bruised at the neck and arms.

Ludwik lifted her shirt, eyeing the tortured marks on her pale waist, his gaze impenetrable.

Suddenly, she stirred slightly. His quickly let her shirt fall back into place.

Whitney slowly came to, and the first thing she saw was his piercing eyes, contemplating her in silence.

The air grew still, and he quickly moved to the headboard, lighting up a cigarette, his profile etched with post–coital devilry. Despite not wanting to recall last night, Whitney’s cheeks flushed at the sight of his exposed torso.

“You look quite taken. Do I please you more than Bryce did?” Ludwik sneered, misinterpreting her blush.

Whitney felt as if doused in cold water. Last night could have been chalked up to his unmedicated frenzy. But this morning, was he still drunk?

Or had he returned to his demonic self, needing to mock her to kickstart his day in good spirits?

Her hands trembled with the effort not to lash out, as she quickly got dressed.

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yesterday’s afterglow still on her

His

neckline, igniting a fire within him that

react, he pulled her back

of me. Last night, you promised to leave my cousin Yael alone.”

to their deal sent his anger

shoulders, his own scent intoxicating him, his words dripping with cold sarcasm. “You think one time is enough for a

at his

she clung to for

cold–hearted man he became when he awoke. She sought his heart, but he turned their relationship

was hollow. “Please, don’t hurt

face darkening, then

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dressing

her petite face ashen, sweat beading from pain.

regained his composure. Turning, his gaze coldly swept over her. “Get up. Make

furrowed her brows. “I can’t move. If you’re

touched her

as he threw back the covers. “I left you with just enough

to smother him with pillows, but she forced herself

in an apartment, space was ample.

held only a few basic ingredients.

managed to

half before he emerged from the

his frame towering on the stairwell, watched her silently,

loathed himself for being with her twice.

excuses were

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to despise her, with no room for

betrayed him. The night’s passion led to another loss of

so he lashed out

her empty, despairing expression, he found

himself, he cycled through

her tremble as she walked, a heaviness

He didn’t understand this was love and

Mr. Lippert staring fixedly at the kitchen, his fists