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

electrode pads and

him.

pads to his forehead, chest, and abdomen.

breath brushed close to him,

several times.

his breathing slightly

or her own discomfort–he

morning, he had seen a similar

at home.

image, perfect in every way except for those eyes,

dreams he should

blood seemed to rush

darkened, and

pads and turned to adjust the settings,

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

the examination, but he

asked him professionally, “Are you

doctor? Can’t

stared at her defiantly, his surprise mingling with

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

was different with Whitney just being

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

panic. This is just a diagnostic device. How was I supposed

record claims you’ve been unable to consummate your marriage for three years.

could easily sense the

him and Elaine.

you’re asking for trouble.” He felt as

her with disdain.

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

hastily dressed, struggling

turned around. “Why haven’t you left yet?”

retorted gloomily, “How am I supposed

“Why blame me? Could it be

yourself. I’m perfectly healthy; I have no illness.”

data. He was excessively healthy. She pondered

for all her calculations, had stumbled.

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

you, you’ll be out of a job tomorrow, quack!”

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