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?

== Fès I ŭ S I is us

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

up the electrode pads and

him.

his

her breath brushed close to him, and her hair grazed his

several times.

expressionless, his breathing slightly heavier.

with a faint red–perhaps from the air conditioning or

he had seen a similar pair of

at home.

image, perfect in every way except for those eyes, so much like this woman’s–often wide with innocence and

would wake from dreams he should not have, haunted by those tender eyes.

seemed to rush and churn.

and he

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

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the examination, but he was already…

him professionally, “Are you

you the doctor?

stared at her defiantly, his surprise mingling with his

even nauseating, to kiss her, let alone more. He had begun to

was different with Whitney just being

and resentful, then glanced

was I supposed to know there’s nothing wrong with

raising an eyebrow at him. “And yet Elaine’s record claims you’ve been unable to consummate your marriage for three years.

of stature, could easily sense the

him and Elaine.

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

glared at her

advice. Have you

dressed, struggling with

Whitney finished the medical record and turned around. “Why

handiwork!” he retorted gloomily, “How am I

me? Could it be you have a thing for

yourself. I’m perfectly healthy;

are seeking treatment?” Whitney’s lips curled sarcastically, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the data. He was excessively healthy. She

for all her calculations, had stumbled.

he cornered Whitney against the wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip about a

out of

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