Love Beyond the Mask by Adelaide Sinclair

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

picking up the electrode pads and

him.

eight pads to his forehead, chest, and

breath brushed close to him, and

several times.

expressionless, his breathing slightly heavier.

cheeks, 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

a similar pair of

at home.

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

wake from dreams he should not have,

His blood seemed to rush

darkened, and

with the electrode pads and turned to adjust the settings, her peripheral vision caught something unexpected.

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the examination, but he was

asked him professionally,

the doctor? Can’t you diagnose?”

her defiantly, his surprise mingling with

kiss her, let alone more. He had begun

different with Whitney just being

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

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

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.

man of stature, could easily sense

him and Elaine.

woman, you’re asking for trouble.” He felt

at her with disdain.

tossed his shirt and trousers back at him, looking up. “This is medical advice. Have you been prescribed any medication, Mr. Lippert? Because,

dressed, struggling with

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

Your handiwork!” he retorted gloomily, “How am I supposed to leave like this?”

a smirk, feigning discovery of the problem. “Why blame me? Could it be

healthy;

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 that you’re exclusively

for all her

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

for you, you’ll be out of a job