Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 

Whitney did not respond to him; instead, her heart ached with pity at the sight of her feeble uncle. She pulled out an acupuncture kit and said, “Uncle, I’ve learned some acupuncture from Mom. I can’t do much about scar tissue, but I can try to ease your phantom limb pain with some acupuncture. Shall I give it a try?” 

Keegan, massaging his right leg, grimaced and nodded his consent. 

To their amazement, the treatment seemed to work wonders. Keegan looked at her with a melancholy smile. “Your mom was a whiz with healing. She didn’t teach you all her secrets, but what you’ve got is pretty darn good. If only she were still here.” 

Whitney’s expression froze. Every word from her uncle was a reminder of his hatred. 

The next day, Whitney stepped into the towering United Realty Corporation building. 

Sleep had eluded her, and it showed on her pale face. 

She happened to arrive during the morning rush, and the elevator was crowded. Maybe it was the stifling space or her recent emotional turmoil, but when she exited the elevator, the little life inside her stirred more violently than usual. 

Whitney had been feeling the baby’s movements frequently lately, but it was more painful this 

time. 

She had no choice but to stop, leaning against the wall, slightly bending over, her delicate hand caressing her belly to soothe the little one inside. 

While taking deep breaths and gently patting her belly, she suddenly felt a piercing gaze sweeping over her. 

She stiffened and turned her head, her eyes locking with those of a man filled with emotion. 

His gaze was like a net, entangling her. 

Then, as if laden with a thousand sentiments, his eyes focused on her belly. 

Whitney looked up at his deep–set features, his jawline handsome even beneath the mask, and she felt his gaze searing her skin. 

A deep, aching emotion welled up inside her, a maelstrom of feelings, yet she remained silent. 

He was looking at her belly. As a father who was absent for a couple of weeks, he must be missing the child. 

This was his child. 

Yet, it was a product of hatred, a bond that should not exist. 

She did not know the fate of this child yet. All she could do was try her hardest to protect it. Her 

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heart was a mess, her anxiety and conflict bringing tears to her eyes, which she fought to hold 

back. 

He seemed to be struggling too, his mood dark, a frown etched between his brows. 

Whitney’s heart ached for him, but how could she feel otherwise for the man who had once harmed the Tennyson family in the name of his business empire? 

She turned her gaze away resolutely and suddenly doubled over with a sharp pain in her belly. 

The sound of expensive leather shoes approached, and the man’s cold aura enveloped her. 

Suddenly, Whitney was lifted off her feet as Ludwik scooped her up without a second thought for the bustling corporate office around them. 

Whitney tensed in his arms, the warmth of his presence searing her cold skin, leaving her momentarily stunned. 

After walking down a corridor, Whitney averted her eyes from his throat and spoke in a calm, detached voice, “I’m not in pain anymore. You can put me down.” 

With all eyes on them, Ludwik had no choice but to set her down gently. 

His hand hesitated as it reached toward her slightly rounded belly, but Whitney dodged his 

touch. 

His hand froze in mid–air. 

His face clouded over with a frosty anger, his heart filled with irritation. He had hoped that she would come home after their encounter at the café yesterday. 

But she had not returned to the villa. 

Not even a phone call, not a simple thank you! 

How long was she planning to give him the cold shoulder? Just because he had embraced Elaine at the hospital, she could not let it go? 

Ludwik’s chest heaved with suppressed rage. He glanced at the pale–faced young woman before striding coldly past her into his office. 

Whitney knew she had angered him again, but at that moment, she could not bring herself to play a part in their ‘charade.‘ 

Her fingers trembled. Her uncle wanted her to stay and act as an insider, but every second of deceit tormented her. 

She wanted to leave him! 

She could not bear it, even if it meant openly standing with her uncle against him, starting the vendetta afresh. 

Rather than using a sweet knife to wound him. 

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So, she had come today to hand off her work, especially the hotel group project. 

This way, her uncle could not use her to harm him. 

With this in mind, Whitney entered the vice president’s office to hand over her work and submit an extended leave request. 

Suddenly, the president’s office door swung open, and Felix called out publicly, “Whitney, the president wants you to attend the morning meeting.” 

Whitney froze. She was still on the company’s payroll and had no choice but to comply, turning on her heel to enter the president’s office. 

Inside the spacious office, several shareholders and executives were already present. Behind the large desk sat a man whose chilling demeanor seemed to permeate the room. 

No one dared to breathe too loudly, sensing the president’s foul mood. 

Whitney took her place at the back of the crowd, close to the visitor’s sofa. 

Her mind wandered, unbidden, to a memory from half a month ago when they had dined together, and she had read documents to him with a mix of shyness and irritation. 

How good things had been between them then. In just a few short days, her uncle had returned, and everything had changed.