Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 1297

In the late afternoon, Camilla looked at her and asked gently, “Are you going to raise the baby, sweetheart?" She added, "No matter what you decide, I'll support you."

Now, Ludwik seized on Camilla's question, suddenly turning the moment into something formal-almost like a business negotiation—as he asked Whitney for her answer.

Late that night, when the house was silent, Whitney took a deep breath.

She realized, once again, how Ludwik was every bit the shrewd businessman-methodical and precise. He didn't live by guesswork. Even if he was ninety-nine percent sure what she'd say, he needed to hear her confirm it herself. He needed control—absolute certainty.

The thought left a heavy ache in her chest.

She hated that he kept circling back to this. “Ludwik, what exactly are you getting at?” she snapped.

He picked up on the chill in her tone instantly and knew she'd probably misunderstood his intentions.

He stepped closer, the shadow he cast growing over her. With the warm light behind him, his features seemed carved from marble. He gently wrapped his hand around her wrist, the one holding the baby's bottle. "Don't let this fester inside you, Whitney."

“I don't want to, but you keep bringing it up,” Whitney replied, her brows furrowing, her heart-shaped face darkening.

up in her arms. "So,

the

like the night outside. "I want the truth, straight from you. That's what respect means

no grandma, no Dad, none

No Sammy, no Danny.

everyone else,

honestly, from your heart: your daughter-do you

know

know how long it'll take for you to truly forgive

across his face as he swallowed

up at him,

tired laugh. "When did I stop being the center of your world? I'm not even on

shimmered, dark

deserve. If you don't care about me anymore, then what's

ask you for anything

at the hard line of his jaw. She could finally hear what he was really saying. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you using the baby as

play games