And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 31

“Marina,” Howard sighed in exasperation, “It’s not what you think. Could you help her up, please?”

“Sure.”

Marina set aside the hangover cure and busied herself tidying up while sneakily snapping photos with her phone..

She hoisted Gwendolyn onto the sprawling king–sized bed and ensured Howard was comfortably seated in his wheelchair before saying, “Mrs. Chadwick is out cold. Do we still need the hair of the dog?”

Her eyes were like those of a hawk, missing not a single detail. She had to get the scoop to report back to the lady of the house.

“Just leave it on the nightstand.”

“Will do. Mrs. Chadwick can crash here tonight, so you can accompany each other.”

“Okay.” He wasn’t planning on spending the night there anyway.

With Howard’s blessing, Marina left the room, giddy as a schoolgirl, forgetting to even close the door behind her.

Once outside, she wasted no time dialing up Roselind. “Madam! They kissed and it was so intense her lips were all swollen!”

mix of shock and excitement. “If Mr. Howard was up for the task, you’d be talking about grandkids come morning! The wheelchair toppled over and I blushed

every word drifted into Howard’s ears, her paparazzi skills worthy of

and clenched his fists, a faint flush creeping

a madness he

the effect of the medication or something

woke with a splitting headache close to noon, her mind a fuzz. To her dismay, she was in

“Mrs. Chadwick?

up. Have something to eat.” Marina brought

“Warm your stomach, and you’ll feel better.”

the bowl and ate slowly, while Marina watched with an enigmatic

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evening’s events patchy at best.

you back!” Marina chirped, unable to contain her excitement.

cheeks. “And where is he

the next room, taking a medicinal soak,”

go check on him, then.”