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.

no choice but

electrode pads and

him.

his forehead, chest, and abdomen.

to him, and her hair grazed

several times.

remained expressionless, his breathing slightly heavier.

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

similar pair

at home.

image, perfect in every way except for those eyes, so much like this woman’s–often wide with innocence and brimming with hurt.

would wake from dreams he should not have, haunted by

to rush and

darkened, and

Whitney finished with the electrode pads and turned to adjust

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

not even started the

she asked him professionally, “Are you

the doctor? Can’t

at her defiantly, his surprise

three years, he had not been intimate with Elaine, finding it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss her, let alone more. He had begun to think he was just that

with Whitney

humiliated and resentful, then glanced at the monitor, “Quack, what trickery have you used?”

panic. This is just a diagnostic device. How was I supposed

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

stature, could easily

him and Elaine.

He felt as

glared at her with

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

dressed, struggling with his

record and turned around. “Why haven’t you

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

a smirk, feigning discovery of the problem. “Why blame me? Could it

perfectly healthy; I have

she glanced at the data. He was excessively healthy.

for all her

face darkened as he cornered Whitney against the wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip about a patient and

for you, you’ll be out of

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