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.

composure, she had no choice but to face

electrode

him.

his forehead, chest,

close to him, and her hair grazed his

several times.

remained expressionless, his breathing slightly heavier.

from the air conditioning or her own discomfort–he locked

similar pair of aggrieved eyes in miniature

at home.

was his spitting image, perfect in every way except for those eyes, so much like this woman’s–often wide

should not have, haunted by

seemed to rush

and

to adjust the settings, her peripheral vision caught something unexpected.

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

the examination, but

professionally, “Are you sure you’re

doctor? Can’t

his surprise mingling with

kiss her, let alone more. He had begun

Whitney just being

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

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

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

stature, could easily sense the

him and Elaine.

He felt as if

glared at her with

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

dressed, struggling with

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

you see for yourself? Your handiwork!” he retorted gloomily,

the problem. “Why blame me? Could it

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

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

all her calculations, had

you the right to gossip about a patient and his family? Elaine and I are just fine.

you, you’ll be out

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