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

the electrode pads and moving towards

him.

his forehead, chest,

brushed close to him, and her hair

several times.

expressionless, his

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

similar pair of aggrieved eyes in miniature

at home.

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

wake from dreams he should not have, haunted by those tender eyes.

His blood seemed to rush and churn.

and

Whitney finished with the electrode pads and turned to adjust the settings, her peripheral vision caught

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the examination,

professionally, “Are you sure you’re

the doctor? Can’t

her defiantly, his surprise mingling

to kiss her, let alone more. He had

with Whitney just being near him.

and resentful, then glanced at the monitor, “Quack, what trickery have you

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

your marriage for three years. Seems like having

of stature, could easily sense the ridicule

him and Elaine.

trouble.” He felt

at her with disdain.

his shirt 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 medicine,

struggling with his

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

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

“Why blame me? Could

perfectly healthy;

as she glanced at the data. He was excessively

her calculations,

gossip about a patient and his family? Elaine and I are just fine. I love

you’ll be out of

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