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

head–on, picking up the electrode pads

him.

his forehead,

breath brushed close to him, and her

several times.

his breathing slightly

conditioning or her

a similar pair

at home.

eyes, so much like this woman’s–often wide with

would wake from dreams he should not have, haunted

to rush and

and he frowned.

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

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

even started the examination, but

asked him professionally, “Are you

doctor?

defiantly, his surprise mingling with his

finding it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss her, let alone more. He had begun to think he was just

with Whitney just being near him.

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

a diagnostic device. How was I supposed to know there’s nothing wrong with you?”

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

stature, could easily sense the ridicule aimed at both

him and Elaine.

you’re asking for trouble.” He felt as

at her with

shirt and trousers back at him, looking up. “This is medical advice. Have you been prescribed any medication, Mr. Lippert? Because, my words, they are your

hastily dressed, struggling with his

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

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

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

perfectly healthy; I have

the data. He was excessively healthy. She pondered

for all her calculations,

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

you’ll be out of a job tomorrow,

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