Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 585

Liam wanted nothing more than to strangle the woman before him.

As he watched her pitiful appearance, his heart shattered with her every word.

Leaning against the doorway, he paused, his presence commanding like a king as he looked down on her miserable face.

Slipping his hand into his pocket with a smirk, he began, "Sorry about this. How about I step out and let Bryce have another go? But, can he really stand up to Hugh to save you? He doesn't have the guts; he's nothing but a coward." His words were merciless, cutting deep with sarcasm.

Whitney trembled, the deep timbre of his voice gripping her nerves. Her gaze, desperate and scattered, tried to meet his. When her eyes finally rested on his dark, mature features, she recognized him.

It was really him...

In that moment, her heart ached as if seared by a hot iron.

He was the source of her pain, yet also her savior, time and again.

Could this cruel cycle ever change?

Hiding her bitter smile and the strangeness within, she feigned surprise, "It's you?"

Liam's handsome lips curved, "I see your disappointment."

His cold laughter echoed in his eyes.

Turning away indifferently, "I'll let Hugh continue then."

Whitney's temple throbbed!

The terrifying experience of being almost suffocated by vodka was not something she wished to relive. She glanced at the toilet water and the bodyguard covered in blood.

As Liam moved to step away, driven by a will to survive, she crawled towards him, her body a mess, clutching at his trouser leg.

The expensive fabric of his pants felt cold and hard in her grasp, just like his icy demeanor.

Suddenly, he stopped.

and helpless, biting her lip as

disheveled, soft, and pitiable. Yet, her eyes betrayed her; she had never truly submitted, never truly sought

let me go? Afraid? If you've chosen this path, face the consequences. Should I

her pride, playing with

mention of 'Bryce'

She understood.

she gritted her teeth,

her struggle, her face turning pale, Liam's dark eyes deepened. She reeked

up, "How much did they

"Two bottles..."

a lot of

in his arms was weak, her breaths shallow, her wet hair

at the sink, he turned on the faucet, his strong hand pressing her

react, panicked, "I don't want to

Stop... Bryce,

abruptly as she realized her

his patience wearing thin, asked calmly, "Who are

me!" Whitney's desperate attempts to escape only fueled his anger. She feared him more than the injured bodyguard. Liam's patience snapped at her continuous cries for

in

the verge

with Bryce,

jealousy within

of what might

and Bryce

confined space, especially

With their

looming, drove

breaking point.

an act

her punches soft

tears, mixed with

watched her closely His grip tightened as he mentioned the child