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.

had no choice

head–on, picking up the electrode pads and

him.

to his

him, and

several times.

his breathing slightly heavier.

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

a similar pair of

at home.

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

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

blood seemed to rush

expression darkened, and he

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

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

the examination,

her embarrassment, she asked him professionally, “Are you sure

the doctor? Can’t you diagnose?”

her defiantly, his surprise

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

Whitney just being near him.

both humiliated and resentful, then glanced at

device. How was I supposed to know

air of importance, raising an eyebrow at him. “And yet Elaine’s record claims you’ve been unable to consummate your marriage

of stature, could easily sense the

him and Elaine.

felt as if his dignity had been trampled.

at her

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

hastily dressed, struggling

medical record and turned around. “Why haven’t

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

feigning discovery of the problem. “Why blame me?

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

the data. He was excessively healthy. She pondered for a moment, considering a possibility. “Or is it that

for all her calculations,

darkened as he cornered Whitney against the wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip about a patient and

you’ll be out of a job

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