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?

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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.

no choice

up the electrode pads and moving towards

him.

to his forehead, chest, and abdomen.

breath brushed close to him, and her hair grazed his

several times.

remained expressionless, his breathing

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

had seen a similar pair of aggrieved

at home.

for those eyes, so much like this woman’s–often

would wake from dreams he should

blood seemed to

and he frowned.

the electrode pads and turned to adjust the settings, her peripheral vision

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

even started the examination, but

professionally, “Are

the doctor? Can’t

stared at her defiantly, his surprise mingling with his

intimate with Elaine, finding it unbearable, even nauseating, to kiss her, let alone more. He had begun to think he was

with Whitney just being near him.

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

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

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 always a good thing. Go tell her

stature, could easily sense the

him and Elaine.

asking for trouble.” He felt as

her with

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

hastily dressed, struggling with his belt.

Whitney finished the medical record and turned around. “Why haven’t you left yet?”

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

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

yourself. I’m perfectly healthy; I have

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

her calculations, had stumbled.

the wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip about a patient and his family? Elaine and I are just fine. I love her.

for you, you’ll be out of