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?

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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

head–on, picking up the electrode pads

him.

to his

her breath brushed close to him, and her hair grazed

several times.

expressionless, his breathing

faint red–perhaps from the air conditioning or her own discomfort–he locked eyes with her

had seen a similar pair

at home.

eyes, so

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

seemed to rush and churn.

and he

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

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the examination,

her embarrassment, she asked him professionally, “Are you sure you’re sick?”

you the doctor? Can’t

at her defiantly, his surprise mingling

kiss her, let alone more. He had begun to think he was just that way with women.

Whitney

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

device. How was I supposed to know there’s nothing wrong with

you’ve been unable to consummate your marriage for three years. Seems like having too big an appetite isn’t always a good

of stature, could easily sense

him and Elaine.

you’re asking for trouble.” He felt as if his

glared at her

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

hastily dressed, struggling with his

record and turned around. “Why haven’t you

he retorted gloomily, “How am I supposed to leave like

blame me? Could it be you have

I’m perfectly healthy; I have

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

for all her calculations, had

“Who gave you the right to gossip about a patient and his family? Elaine and I are just fine.

you, you’ll be out of a

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