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.

her composure, she had no choice but to face

up the electrode pads and

him.

attached eight pads to his forehead,

her breath brushed close to him, and her hair grazed his chest

several times.

his

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

had seen a similar pair of

at home.

son was his spitting image, perfect in every way except for those eyes, so much

he would wake from dreams he should not have, haunted

His blood seemed to rush and churn.

darkened, and he

the electrode pads and turned to adjust the settings, her

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

the

him professionally, “Are you sure

doctor? Can’t

stared at her defiantly, his surprise mingling with his awkwardness.

nauseating, to kiss her, let alone more. He had begun to think he

different with Whitney just being

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

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

your marriage for three years. Seems like having too

could easily sense the

him and Elaine.

for trouble.” He felt as if his dignity had been trampled.

at her

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

dressed, struggling with his

and turned around. “Why haven’t

gloomily, “How am I supposed to

the problem. “Why blame me?

I’m perfectly healthy;

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

her calculations,

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

you’ll be out of a job

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