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 face, a soft blush

His

a fire within

react, he pulled her back

are you doing now? Still drunk? You bastard, Ludwik! Let go of

deal sent his anger soaring.

cold sarcasm. “You think one time is enough for a deal? You’re not

at his taunt.

warmth from his sleep, which she

he awoke. She sought his heart, but

and her voice was hollow. “Please, don’t hurt our child.

paused, his face darkening, then continued.

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hour later, Ludwik turned away, dressing

petite face

his brutishness as he regained his composure. Turning, his gaze

furrowed her brows. “I can’t move. If you’re hungry, fend for

touched her belly.

as he threw back the covers. “I left you with just enough energy to cook. If you want

with pillows, but she forced herself up, her steps

in an apartment, space was ample.

fridge held only a few basic

she managed to

half before he emerged from the shower.

stairwell, watched her silently, his gaze

for being with her twice.

excuses were illness, drunken madness.

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he was supposed to despise her, with no room for sentiment

passion led to

lashed out verbally,

despairing expression, he found

himself, he cycled through tormenting

as she walked, a heaviness settled in

emotions were beyond his control. He didn’t understand this was love and

staring fixedly at the kitchen,