And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 3

The air was tense and icy.

Gwendolyn clutched her rapidly beating heart and shifted uneasily before asking tentatively, “Are you awake?“–

Howard lay with his eyes open but was otherwise motionless and silent.

Gwendolyn tentatively reached out to cover his eyes with her hand, feeling a slight tickle in her palm.

Slowly. Howard closed his eyes.

She sat on the edge of the bed, breaking out in a cold sweat. With a guilty conscience, she meticulously cleaned the lipstick marks on Howard’s face and then covered him up with the duvet as if hiding evidence.

Still, he didn’t wake.

This reassured Gwendolyn that it must just be an involuntary reaction of a comatose patient.

The sound she thought she’d heard must have been her imagination.

Sitting bored by his side, she eventually dozed off as the night deepened.

In the middle of the night, she shivered into a ball, her dreams taking her back to a similarly

frigid night years ago. Turning in her sleep, she instinctively embraced the

her, missing the moment when Howard opened his eyes once again.

with a clamor.

noise, her eyes heavy

warm body beside.

a washbasin, commanding, “Mrs. Chadwick,

him

“Of course.”

did it before?” Howard had been in a coma for a

his wife.” Marina stated firmly, leaving no room

vibrant wedding gown, Gwendolyn pursed her lips in resignation and took the towel from Marina. She wrung it out and began

couldn’t help but notice his striking features, her cheeks flushing red. Under Marina’s vigilant

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the towel touched, her

need to

prevent

consoled herself by pretending Howard

actions became more

in approval.

with the towel His hands were pale. slender, and well–defined.

felt a strong pulse beneath

is it?” Marina asked.

her head. With a knowing look, Marina said. “You and Mr. Howard are