And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 22

Howard had never imagined that a moment of impulse could become a beacon of light in her life. Seduced into a daze, he reached out and ran his fingers through her soft hair.

Like a jolt of electricity, they both froze, the silence thick with unspoken desire.

“Mr. Chadwick, are you the one who sponsored me?”

Gwendolyn was about to speak when a knock interrupted her in succession.

“Mr. Howard, the Peterson family is here,” called Marina from outside.

“Understood.”

He acknowledged with a quick response, and Gwendolyn hastily straightened his shirt. “Let me wheel you down.”

Her hand, pale as a freshly cut leek, rested on the wheelchair. A long–lost flutter stirred in Howard’s heart, which he forcibly suppressed, cursing Nathan for his foolish words.

In the living room.

Alberta glanced around, relieved not to see Roselind.

Marina offered, cleverly catching

“Mom, you’re as strong as an ox, afraid

on about!” Alberta, fuming, playfully slapped his

that hurts!”

Howard entered the living room, they found

coughed lightly, and they turned

cheeks turned red at the sight of Gwendolyn,

of what could have happened is unbearable. We’ve come specifically to express

it off. “It was nothing anyone wouldn’t

nodded.

They loved to throw money around. He

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it. Mr. Peterson’s life is worth a

behind, glanced repeatedly at Howard’s legs. Rumors were rife that Howard was finished. Valor felt a pang of sympathy, thinking they shared the

that look?” Howard asked coldly.

you really… unable to perform? That would be quite unfair to Gwendolyn, leaving her in a lonesome