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.

she had no choice but

picking up the electrode pads

him.

pads to his forehead, chest,

brushed close to him, and her hair

several times.

remained expressionless, his

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

similar

at home.

was his spitting image, perfect in every way except for those eyes, so much like this woman’s–often wide

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

seemed to rush

and

to adjust the settings, her peripheral

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

the examination, but

her embarrassment, she asked him professionally, “Are

the doctor? Can’t

stared at her defiantly, his surprise mingling

he had not been intimate with Elaine, finding it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss her, let alone more. He had begun

with Whitney just

then glanced

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

opened the medical record with an 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. Seems like having too big an appetite isn’t always a good thing. Go tell

stature, could easily sense the ridicule aimed

him and Elaine.

for trouble.” He felt as if his

glared at her

tossed his shirt and trousers back at him, looking up. “This is medical advice. Have you been prescribed

struggling with his belt.

turned around.

retorted gloomily, “How am I supposed to

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

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

for all her calculations,

he cornered Whitney against the wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip about a patient and his family? Elaine and I are just

out of

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