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.

broke with

roused by the noise, her eyes heavy with

warm body beside.

the bed with a washbasin, commanding, “Mrs. Chadwick, could

him

“Of course.”

had been in

can compare to his wife.” Marina stated

in resignation and took the towel from Marina. She wrung it out and began gently cleaning Howard’s handsome face. His eyes

his striking features, her cheeks flushing red. Under Marina’s vigilant supervision, she wiped over his brows, lips,

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towel

need to apply body lotion to keep his skin moisturized. A

to prevent

herself by pretending Howard was just like any patient she had treated

that thought, her actions became more meticulous and

in

wrist, unfolding his fingers with the towel His hands were pale.

beneath her fingertips and voiced her confusion.

it?” Marina

“You and