And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 18

Gwendolyn widened her eyes as she took in the array of antique syringes laid out before her, each one a collector’s item. Waldo rolled up Howard’s trouser leg. Selecting a lancet, he aimed for the critical pressure point just below the knee.

The needle pierced skin two inches!

He was about to plunge even deeper!

Beyond two inches, he’d hit an artery.

Bloodletting had its place, but Waldo’s timing was off, risking exacerbation of Howard’s condition.

A skilled physician could read the subtle shifts in a patient’s vital energies, relying on either years of experience or an innate gift. Gwendolyn possessed the latter, intuitively understanding. the ebb and flow of these forces.

“No, stop!” Gwendolyn protested, drawing varied expressions from the onlookers.

Waldo sneered, his voice tinged with contempt, “Is Mrs. Chadwick trying to school me? I’ve been practicing medicine for over forty years, young lady. When I first started, you were nowhere to be seen.”

Bainbridge sneered, “Afraid that if Howard gets better, he’ll leave you, country girl?”

but Howard cut her off by shoving a tasty danish into her mouth, his cool fingertips brushing her lips. She bit down. The rich and flavorful filling spilled over her taste

at the family dinners. Try it, tell me if it’s not delicious,” Howard said calmly,

locked eyes with him, his gaze steady and untroubled, and she remembered his words spoken in the privacy of their home.

behind Howard and don’t

Waldo, continue,” Howard said flatly.

the angle. Dark and clotted blood oozed from the puncture as he withdrew the needle and stood up,

beat!” His eyes gleamed with triumph, “Mr. Howard,

difference between Gwendolyn and

the master! Howard, quickly sign this Transfer of

14:17

before Howard and handing ovet a

point, Howard had

sign for Howard’s

bit her lip, the pastry in her mouth losing its taste. She reached out, resting her hand on his arm, feeling both distressed and annoyed. She could heal him too. There was no

trust

her, took the pen, and

project is yours. But the Peterson family