Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1180

After a night spent teetering on the edge between life and death, he finally dragged her onto the riverbank. Parisa couldn't remember how long she'd lingered at death's door-time had lost all meaning down there in the cold, black water. Only when she felt a warm breath against her lips, someone steadily breathing life back into her, did her heart start beating again. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the face of a stranger-a man whose features were sharp and handsome, but marked by years of hardship.

He was holding her, and they were both shaking. There was a kind of world- weariness in his eyes, a sadness he tried to cover up with a crooked smile as he introduced himself. "Name's Hudson," he said, voice rough but gentle. "Hudson Sheldon."

Parisa was barely conscious-she couldn't think, couldn't process any of it.

But now, looking back, she realized that man was the very one who'd hurt her so deeply all those years ago-the one who'd left her life in ruins.

Sheldon. Hudson Sheldon.

Whitney could tell her mother was lost in thought. Glancing down, she noticed the crumpled bedsheet where Parisa's hand had clenched it tight.

Her mother's eyes, usually so calm, now seemed cold, full of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

quickly reached out and held Parisa's wrist. "Mom, your pulse is racing. Do you... not want to talk about Dad? Or maybe... did you recognize him back then? Are

want to break down in front of her daughter-she could see so clearly that Whitney cared

remember much about Hudson, or what

and refuses to leave.

I don't remember him,

daughter, her eyes dim and cold, but with a faint glimmer. "Of course, I'm grateful he saved

planned to steer the conversation back to her father, maybe even encourage them to meet if her mother's

now, she hesitated. She didn't want to push, so she answered vaguely, "Dad's at Nelson Hospital too. He broke his left arm and leg. but his injuries aren't as bad as yours, and he's recovering quickly since,

to talk about him if you don't want to. We can just

asked, her gaze sharp-she could see the disappointment

wanted so badly

right for Whitney, to

silent struggle, she looked at Whitney's young face and asked quietly, "Do you think... is there any