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 the

up the electrode pads and moving

him.

pads to his

close to him, and her hair

several times.

remained expressionless, his breathing

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

had seen a similar pair of aggrieved eyes in miniature

at home.

every way except for those eyes, so much like this woman’s–often wide with innocence

from dreams he should not have, haunted by those tender

to rush and

expression darkened, and

and turned to adjust the settings, her peripheral

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

not even started the examination, but

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

doctor? Can’t you diagnose?”

his surprise

to kiss her, let alone more. He had

it was different with Whitney just being near him.

both humiliated and resentful, then glanced

device. How was

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

a man of stature, could easily sense

him and Elaine.

you’re asking for trouble.” He felt as if his dignity had

at her with

tossed his shirt and trousers back at him, looking up. “This is medical advice. Have

struggling

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

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

blame me? Could it be you have a thing for your

healthy; I have no

Yet here you are 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.

her calculations, had stumbled.

wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip about a patient

out of a job tomorrow,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255