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.

had no choice but to face the

head–on, picking up the electrode pads and moving

him.

attached eight pads to his forehead, chest, and

her breath brushed close to him, and her

several times.

expressionless, his breathing slightly

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

morning, he had seen a similar pair of aggrieved eyes in miniature

at home.

except for those eyes, so much like this woman’s–often wide with innocence and brimming with hurt.

he should not have, haunted by those tender

His blood seemed to rush and churn.

expression darkened, and he frowned.

finished with the electrode pads and turned to adjust the settings, her

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

even started the

she asked him professionally,

the doctor? Can’t you

her defiantly, his surprise

finding it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss her, let alone

it was different with Whitney just being near

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

This is just a diagnostic device. How was I supposed to

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 thing. Go tell

could easily

him and Elaine.

asking for trouble.” He felt as if his dignity had been trampled.

at her

advice. Have you been prescribed any medication, Mr. Lippert? Because, my

hastily dressed, struggling with

and turned around. “Why haven’t you left

gloomily, “How am

a smirk, feigning discovery of the problem. “Why blame me? Could it be you have a thing for your

yourself. I’m perfectly healthy;

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

for all her

against the wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip about a patient

be out of