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

head–on, picking up the electrode pads

him.

to his forehead, chest, and

him, and her hair grazed his chest

several times.

his breathing slightly

cheeks, flushed with a faint red–perhaps from the air conditioning or her own discomfort–he locked eyes with her gaze, and he

he had seen a similar

at home.

those eyes, so much like

dreams he should not have, haunted

seemed to

darkened, and

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

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the examination, but he was

professionally, “Are you

doctor? Can’t you

defiantly, his surprise mingling

kiss her, let alone more. He

different with Whitney

glared at her, feeling both humiliated and resentful, then glanced

diagnostic device. How was I supposed to know

to consummate your marriage for three years. Seems like having too big an

a man of stature, could easily sense the ridicule

him and Elaine.

He felt as

at her

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

hastily dressed, struggling with

finished the medical record and turned around.

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

suppressed a smirk, feigning discovery of the problem. “Why blame me? Could it be

perfectly healthy; I have no

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 fiancée? Now,

for all her

“Who gave you the right to gossip

for you, you’ll be out of a job tomorrow,

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