Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

Chapter 248

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.

no

electrode pads and moving

him.

eight pads to his forehead, chest,

to him, and her hair

several times.

remained expressionless, his breathing slightly

from the air conditioning or her own discomfort–he locked eyes with her gaze, and

had seen a similar pair of

at home.

his spitting image, perfect in every way except for those eyes, so much like this

he should

blood seemed to

darkened, and he frowned.

electrode pads and turned to adjust the settings,

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the examination, but he was

embarrassment, she asked him professionally, “Are

doctor? Can’t you diagnose?”

stared at her defiantly, his surprise

finding it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss her, let alone more. He had

Whitney just being

and resentful, then glanced at the monitor, “Quack, what trickery

diagnostic device. How was

been unable to consummate your marriage for

man of stature, could easily

him and Elaine.

asking for trouble.” He felt as if his dignity

her with disdain.

“This is medical advice. Have you been prescribed any medication, Mr. Lippert? Because, my words, they are

hastily dressed, struggling with his

record and turned around. “Why haven’t you left

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

me? Could it be

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

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

for all her calculations,

gave you the right to gossip about a patient and his family?

you’ll be out of a job tomorrow,

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