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.

had no choice but to

picking up the electrode pads and

him.

eight pads to his forehead, chest, and

brushed close to him, and

several times.

remained expressionless, his

or her own discomfort–he locked eyes with her gaze, and he faltered

morning, he had seen a similar pair of aggrieved eyes

at home.

son was his spitting image, perfect in every way except for those eyes, so

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

blood seemed to

expression darkened, and he frowned.

the electrode pads and turned to adjust the settings, her peripheral vision

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

not even started the examination, but

her embarrassment, she asked him professionally,

the doctor?

her defiantly, his

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

it was different with Whitney just being near him.

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

panic. This is just a diagnostic device. How was I supposed to know there’s nothing wrong with

an eyebrow at him. “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

easily sense the ridicule

him and Elaine.

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

at her with disdain.

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

hastily dressed, struggling with his

medical record and turned around. “Why

for yourself? Your handiwork!” he retorted gloomily,

the problem. “Why blame me?

healthy; I have no

Whitney’s lips curled sarcastically, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the data. He was excessively

all her calculations,

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

out of a job tomorrow,

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