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?

== 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.

had no choice

up the electrode pads

him.

pads to his forehead, chest, and abdomen.

to him, and her

several times.

remained expressionless, his breathing

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

he had seen a similar pair

at home.

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

he would wake from dreams he should not have, haunted by those

His blood seemed to

expression darkened, and

with the electrode pads and turned to adjust

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

started the examination, but he was

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

you the doctor? Can’t you

her defiantly, his surprise mingling with

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

it was different with Whitney just

glared at her, feeling both humiliated and resentful, then glanced at the monitor,

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

with an air of 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 too big an appetite isn’t always a good thing. Go tell her to

could easily sense the ridicule aimed

him and Elaine.

He felt as

glared at her with

Have

dressed, struggling with his

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

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

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

yourself. I’m perfectly healthy; I have no illness.”

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 in your fiancée?

for all her calculations, had

to gossip about a patient and his family? Elaine and I are

you, you’ll be out of a job tomorrow, quack!”