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 the

up the electrode pads and moving towards

him.

pads to his

close to him, and her

several times.

remained expressionless, his breathing

or her own discomfort–he

morning, he had seen a similar pair of aggrieved eyes

at home.

every way except for those eyes, so much like

should not have, haunted by those tender

blood seemed to rush

darkened, and he frowned.

and turned to adjust the settings, her

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

the

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

doctor? Can’t you diagnose?”

at her defiantly, his surprise mingling

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

it was different with Whitney

glanced at the monitor, “Quack, what

a diagnostic device. How was I supposed to know there’s nothing wrong

an air of importance, raising an eyebrow at him. “And yet Elaine’s record claims you’ve been unable to consummate your

stature, could easily sense the ridicule aimed

him and Elaine.

trouble.” He felt as if his dignity

her with disdain.

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

hastily dressed, struggling with his

turned around. “Why haven’t

he retorted gloomily, “How am

discovery of the problem. “Why blame me? Could

perfectly healthy; I

treatment?” Whitney’s lips curled sarcastically, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the data. He was excessively healthy. She pondered for

for all her calculations, had

gossip about a

for you, you’ll be out of

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