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.

her composure, she had no choice

electrode

him.

his forehead, chest, and

close to him, and her hair grazed his

several times.

expressionless, his breathing

delicate cheeks, flushed with a faint red–perhaps from the air conditioning or

seen a similar pair of

at home.

in every way except for those eyes, so much like this

would wake from dreams he should

to rush and

expression darkened, and

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

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

the examination,

asked him professionally, “Are

doctor?

her defiantly, his surprise mingling

Elaine, finding it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss

with Whitney

at her, feeling both humiliated and resentful, then glanced at the monitor, “Quack, what trickery have you

How was I supposed to know there’s nothing wrong with you?”

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

easily sense

him and Elaine.

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

at her with disdain.

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

struggling with his

medical record and turned around. “Why haven’t you left

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

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

perfectly healthy; I have

data. He was excessively healthy. She pondered for a moment, considering a possibility. “Or is it that you’re exclusively

all her calculations, had stumbled.

right to gossip about a patient

you’ll be out of a job tomorrow,

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