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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cigarette and hooked her chin, yesterday’s afterglow still on her face,

His

igniting a fire within him that he

he

of me. Last night, you promised to

their deal sent his

with cold sarcasm. “You think one time is enough for a deal? You’re not that valuable!”

staggered at

warmth from his sleep, which she clung to

harsh reality was the cold–hearted man he became when he awoke. She sought his heart, but he turned their relationship into a stark

out the morning light, and her voice was hollow.

paused, his face darkening, then

www

turned away, dressing with his

struggled to breathe, her petite face

Turning, his gaze coldly swept over her. “Get

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

cautiously touched her

threw back the covers. “I left you with just enough energy to cook.

to smother him with pillows, but she forced herself up, her steps faltering as she descended the

the kitchen, even in an apartment,

only a

lips were white, she managed to made some scrambled

ate half before he emerged

towering on the stairwell, watched her

himself for being with

night’s excuses were illness, drunken madness.

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to

his body betrayed him. The night’s passion led

he lashed out verbally, reducing

he found

cycled

tremble as she walked, a heaviness

control. He didn’t understand this

noticed Mr. Lippert staring fixedly at the kitchen,