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.

her composure, she had no choice but to

the electrode pads and

him.

pads to his forehead,

him, and her hair

several times.

expressionless, his breathing

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

seen a similar pair of aggrieved eyes in miniature

at home.

perfect in every way except for those eyes, so much like this woman’s–often wide with innocence and

from dreams he should not have, haunted by those tender

blood seemed to

darkened, and he

to adjust the settings,

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

the examination, but he was already…

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

the doctor? Can’t you

his surprise mingling with his awkwardness.

it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss her,

Whitney just

then glanced at the monitor, “Quack, what trickery

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

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 her to take it easy, will you?”

a man of stature, could easily sense the ridicule aimed at

him and Elaine.

trouble.” He felt as if his dignity had

at her with disdain.

looking up. “This is medical advice. Have

struggling

the medical record and turned

he retorted gloomily, “How am I

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

flatter yourself. I’m perfectly healthy; I have no

treatment?” Whitney’s lips curled sarcastically, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the data. He was excessively healthy. She pondered for a moment,

her

Whitney against the wall. “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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