And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 21

The second day.

After ensuring things had been set right, Rosalind and Jameson packed up their bags and moved out of Howard’s home. They even took Jeannie with them, insistent on giving Howard and Gwendolyn some much–needed privacy.

With their departure, Gwendolyn finally had the freedom to attend to Howard’s treatment in earnest.

The room was quiet, Howard seated in his wheelchair, a long needle inserted at his ankle. His gaze constantly followed Gwendolyn as she bustled about, her lips pressed together in a discontented line.

Silence reigned.

“Gwen…” He barely got a syllable out.

Gwendolyn switched on the flat–screen TV, drowning out his voice with the blast of a daytime show, leaving him feeling stifled.

Gwendolyn sure has a temper, Howard thought, eyeing her back and furrowing his brow. His hands, pale and slender, clenched the bedsheets, a flicker of pain crossing his face. “Ah… it

hurts.”

Gwendolyn spun around at his exclamation, panic in her eyes, “Where does it hurt? Oh my! Let go, you’ll press on the needle!”

But with one swift pull she found herself tumbling into his arms, straddling his lap.

or you’ll

encircled her waist effortlessly.

eyelashes, her ears turning a bright crimson, her

been this close to a man before.

and you’re still sulking this morning.” His hands, unconsciously

barter with projects,” she knew she had no right to be

sole leverage for their

vibrated near her ear. “Waldo was sent by Bainbridge to harm me and that project was a deliberate

felt her anger dissipating.

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“What game?”

reveal your exceptional medical skills.” His tone was even, his handsome face

wasn’t that

skin fair as

“And Mr. Peterson…”

treat. But my legs are different, considered

nodded obediently, as long as she

lips into a smile, finding her irresistibly

he remembered the awful things Nathan had said the night before, his Adam’s apple bobbing, lips lightly moistened. Yet, he