Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 248

Whitney snorted inwardly with contempt.

So he did remember–they had not finalized their divorce three years

ago.

Yet here he was, eager to get engaged to his mistress, having had her committed to a sanatorium and ultimately playing a part in driving her child and her to the brink!

She suppressed her emotions and gave a casual shrug. “Well, that’s going to be a problem. After all, I’ve already treated countless men who are utterly inept like you.

You either cooperate with me and drop your pants, or we can keep this up, and the longer it takes, the more I charge for the consultation.”

Speechless, Ludwik pressed his lips.

She smirked and began writing in the medical record.

Suddenly, the man leaned in close, his breathing heavy as he unbuckled his belt. His elegant fingers slowly pulled out his shirt, eyeing her while he slid down his trousers, revealing a set of sculpted abs!

This time, it was Whitney’s turn to be taken aback. She had intended to provoke him into leaving.

What was he doing?

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His face was expressionless, but his movements were undeniably

seductive as his belt hit the floor.

Whitney’s breath hitched, and she bit her lip.

He sneered. His voice, cool and somber, dropped a few octaves. He stood rigidly before her, approaching the edge of the desk. “Aren’t you supposed to treat me? What are you hiding from? Come here!”

Whitney stared at the encroaching figure by the desk.

Feeling as if the desk was being sullied, she pointed to a chair, “Sir, please, don’t get excited and sit over there!”

“I’m not excited.”

Ludwik’s smile held a profound meaning.

Whitney wished she could bite off her own tongue.

composure, she had no choice but to face

picking up the electrode pads and

him.

his

breath brushed close to him, and her hair grazed his

several times.

remained expressionless, his breathing slightly heavier.

at her delicate cheeks, flushed with a faint red–perhaps from the air conditioning or her own discomfort–he locked

a similar pair of aggrieved eyes in miniature

at home.

perfect in every way except for those eyes,

he would wake from dreams he should not have, haunted

seemed to rush and churn.

expression darkened, and

Whitney finished with the electrode pads and turned to adjust the settings, her peripheral vision caught something unexpected.

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the examination, but he was already…

her embarrassment, she asked him professionally, “Are

the doctor? Can’t you

her defiantly, his surprise

years, he had not been intimate with Elaine, finding it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss her, let alone more. He had begun

different with Whitney just

her, feeling both humiliated and resentful, then glanced at the monitor, “Quack, what

How was I supposed to know there’s nothing

“And yet Elaine’s record claims you’ve been unable to consummate your marriage for three years. Seems like having too big an appetite isn’t always a good

a man of stature, could easily sense the ridicule

him and Elaine.

for trouble.” He felt as if

her

trousers back at him, looking up. “This is medical advice. Have you been

hastily dressed, struggling with his

and turned around. “Why haven’t you left yet?”

yourself? Your handiwork!” he retorted gloomily, “How am I

problem. “Why blame me? Could it be you

I’m perfectly healthy; I have no illness.”

illness? Yet here you are seeking treatment?” Whitney’s lips curled sarcastically, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the data. He was excessively healthy. She pondered for a moment, considering a possibility. “Or is it that you’re exclusively disinterested in

all her

wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip about a patient and his family? Elaine and I are

you, you’ll be out of a