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 but to

picking up the electrode pads and

him.

to his forehead, chest,

her breath brushed close to him, and her hair

several times.

his breathing slightly

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

seen a similar pair of aggrieved

at home.

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

dreams he should not have, haunted by those

seemed to rush and churn.

darkened, and he frowned.

Whitney finished with the electrode pads and turned to adjust the settings,

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

not even started the examination, but

asked him professionally, “Are

you the doctor?

his surprise mingling

to kiss her, let alone more. He had begun to think

it was different with Whitney just being

and resentful, then glanced at the monitor, “Quack,

panic. This is just a diagnostic device. How was I supposed to know there’s nothing wrong with you?”

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

stature, could easily sense the ridicule aimed

him and Elaine.

trouble.” He felt as if his dignity had

her with disdain.

medical advice. Have you been

dressed, struggling with

finished the medical record and turned around. “Why haven’t you left yet?”

handiwork!” he retorted gloomily, “How am I supposed to

“Why blame me? Could it be you

I’m perfectly healthy; I

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 a possibility.

all her calculations, had stumbled.

darkened as 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 a job

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