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

up the electrode pads and

him.

pads to his forehead, chest,

him, and her hair grazed his

several times.

his breathing slightly

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

had seen a similar pair of

at home.

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

wake from dreams he should not

seemed to rush and churn.

and

and turned to adjust the settings, her peripheral

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the

asked him professionally, “Are you sure

doctor? Can’t

at her defiantly, his surprise mingling with his

to kiss her, let alone more. He had begun to think he was just that

it was different with Whitney just being near him.

her, feeling both humiliated and resentful, then glanced at the monitor, “Quack, what trickery have you

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

unable to consummate your marriage for three

of stature, could easily sense the ridicule aimed

him and Elaine.

felt as if

glared at her with

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

hastily dressed, struggling with his

finished the medical record and turned around. “Why

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

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

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

He was excessively healthy. She pondered for a moment,

her calculations, had

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

for you, you’ll be out of a job tomorrow,

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