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 choice but

picking up the electrode

him.

his

breath brushed close to him, and her hair grazed

several times.

his breathing slightly heavier.

cheeks, flushed with a faint red–perhaps from the air conditioning or her own

had seen a similar pair of aggrieved eyes

at home.

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

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

His blood seemed to

and he frowned.

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

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the examination,

him professionally, “Are

doctor?

his surprise

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

Whitney

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

was I supposed to know there’s nothing wrong

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 always a good thing. Go tell her to take it

man of stature, could easily sense

him and Elaine.

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

at her

looking up. “This is medical advice. Have you been prescribed any medication, Mr. Lippert? Because,

struggling with his belt.

turned around.

Your handiwork!” he retorted gloomily, “How am I supposed to leave like this?”

me? Could it be you have a thing for your

yourself. I’m perfectly healthy; I have no

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 your

all her

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

be out of a job tomorrow, quack!”

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