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?

== 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

up the electrode pads

him.

his forehead, chest, and abdomen.

close to him, and her

several times.

his

air conditioning or her own discomfort–he locked eyes with her gaze,

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 this woman’s–often

should not have,

His blood seemed to

darkened, and

turned to adjust the settings, her peripheral vision

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the examination, but he was already…

embarrassment, she asked him professionally,

the doctor? Can’t you diagnose?”

her defiantly, his surprise mingling

three years, he had not been intimate with Elaine, finding it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss her, let alone more.

Whitney just

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

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

with 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

easily sense the ridicule aimed at both

him and Elaine.

asking for trouble.” He felt

at her

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

dressed, struggling

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

gloomily, “How am I supposed to leave like this?”

feigning discovery of the problem. “Why blame me? Could it be you have a thing

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

illness? Yet 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 disinterested in your fiancée? Now, that’s

for all her

Whitney against the wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip about a patient

you, you’ll be out of a job tomorrow,