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.

no choice

up the electrode pads and

him.

attached eight pads to his

to him, and her hair grazed his chest

several times.

remained expressionless, his

up at her delicate cheeks, flushed with a faint red–perhaps from the air conditioning or her own discomfort–he locked eyes with her gaze, and he faltered for

he had seen a similar pair

at home.

son was his spitting image, 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 tender

blood seemed to rush and

darkened, and he frowned.

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

Erectile dysfunction? Where?

the

embarrassment, she asked him professionally, “Are you sure

you the doctor? Can’t you diagnose?”

defiantly, his

to kiss her, let alone more. He had begun

with Whitney just being

glanced at the monitor, “Quack,

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

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

man of stature, could easily sense the ridicule aimed

him and Elaine.

woman, you’re asking for trouble.” He felt as if

her

Have you been prescribed any medication,

hastily dressed, struggling

and turned

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

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

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

her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the data. He was excessively healthy. She pondered for a moment,

her

against the wall. “Who gave you the right to gossip

for you, you’ll be out of a job tomorrow,

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