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?

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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 face

electrode pads and moving towards

him.

eight pads to his forehead, chest,

her breath brushed close to him, and her hair

several times.

expressionless, his

with a faint red–perhaps from the air conditioning or her

he had seen a similar

at home.

for those eyes,

wake from dreams he should not have, haunted by

His blood seemed to rush and

darkened, and he

and turned to

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

even started the

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

the doctor? Can’t

his

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

was different with Whitney just being near

glanced

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

your marriage for three

man of stature, could easily sense the ridicule aimed at

him and Elaine.

woman, you’re asking for trouble.” He felt as if his dignity had

her with disdain.

trousers back at him, looking up. “This is medical advice. Have you been prescribed any medication,

struggling with

turned around. “Why haven’t

for yourself? Your handiwork!” he retorted gloomily,

feigning discovery of the problem. “Why blame me? Could

perfectly healthy; I have

He was excessively healthy. She

all her calculations,

cornered Whitney against the wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip

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

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