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 to

the electrode

him.

his forehead,

her breath brushed close to him, and her hair grazed his

several times.

his breathing slightly

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

he had seen a similar pair of aggrieved

at home.

son was his spitting image, perfect in every way except for those eyes, so much like

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

blood seemed to rush

darkened, and he frowned.

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

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

not even started the examination, but he was already…

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

the doctor? Can’t you diagnose?”

at her defiantly, his surprise mingling with his awkwardness.

with Elaine, finding it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss her, let alone

different with Whitney just being

feeling both humiliated and resentful, then glanced at the monitor,

is just a diagnostic device. How was

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

a man of stature, could easily sense the ridicule aimed

him and Elaine.

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

her with

tossed his shirt and trousers back at him, looking up. “This is medical advice. Have you

dressed, struggling

and turned around. “Why

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

“Why blame me? Could

I’m perfectly healthy; I have

here you are seeking 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. “Or is it that you’re exclusively

all her calculations,

to gossip about a patient and his family? Elaine and I are just fine. I love

you, you’ll be out of a job tomorrow, quack!”