And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 30

“Got a bit tipsy at the reunion.” Nathan said with a polite smile as he handed over the keys to Marina. “Now that I’ve dropped him off, I’ll be on my way.”

“Drive safe, Mr. Thomas!”

Marina watched Nathan drive off before she wheeled Howard into the master bedroom.

“Sir, I’ll go brew some hangover cure tea. Just keep an eye on Mrs. Chadwick for me, will you? She must be feeling terrible after all that liquor,” Marina said. With a click, the door closed behind her.

Howard looked down at the woman in his arms, who clung to him, babbling incoherently.

“It’s nice and cool” mumbled Gwendolyn, her eyes hazy as she instinctively snuggled closer to Howard, reminiscent of the chill she once faced stranded in the mountains.

“Mr. Chadwick,” she murmured with gratitude. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, his voice cool and detached.

*For saving my grandma and giving me money. You’re the best patient I’ve ever had. I have a wish…” Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink and she looked as demure as a cat.

Howard brushed her tangled hair behind her ear with a husky voice. “Since you’re tipsy, I’ll achieve your wish for a moment. Gwendolyn, make your wish.”

“I… I want to open my clinic,” she confessed, immediately regretting her boldness as she clutched at Howard’s collar with a plaintive look. “Aladdin’s lamp, remind me again tomorrow.

I’ll forget!”

make sure to remind you,” replied Howard.

nodded off, half–asleep,

gently placed Gwendolyn on the bed and wheeled

to her feet and

Crash!

the floor,

of pain in his back and a wave of dizziness. When he came to his senses, his

“Gwendolyn!”

acting

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shouldn’t be doing this!” he grunted, pinned

Replying. She tilted her head, her lips finding the corner of his mouth, soft and insistent. Howard clenched his

a long struggle, he murmured, “You asked for

kissing her back fiercely and passionately, with a

tender

pull away, yet she

she was floating on a cloud, her vision blurry and unfocused.