And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 43

“Don’t be shy, girl,” Roselind whispered, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. “Maybe that’s why Howard is so eager to pop those pills and get well soon.”

“Right. We can’t have the lovely Gwendolyn becoming a lonely widow, can we? Once Dr. Waldo gets Howard back on his feet, they’ll be having a baby every other year. I’d love to start a family too.” Marina added without a hint of reservation, given her close ties with the Chadwick family.

Gwendolyn buzzed her ears, drowning out their conversation. She desperately tried to piece together glimpses of that night. It was hard to tell whether the fleeting and hazy images were real or not.

Was the deep and hurried breathing in her ear as well as the scorching touch exploring her body all real?

Gwendolyn stood rooted to the spot, her legs as heavy as lead.

“Honey, it’s getting late. Let’s head home,” Jameson called as he descended the staircase.

Standing up and patting Gwendolyn on the shoulder, Roselind said with a calmness that had. returned, “You know, when I think about it, neither you nor Howard is reckless. We were the ones who jumped the gun tonight.”

It was the fierce love of a mother speaking.

Gwendolyn shook her head, her voice a mere wisp, “No, it’s not like that.”

“Get some rest. We’ll see ourselves out.”

Jameson, headed for the door, followed by Marina

cheekily, “It was Nathan who brought those pills, not him.”

weary expression, Roselind opened the

me take care of that stuff. Heard it’s

out of your mind?” Roselind snapped, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and

time,” he murmured. “You enjoyed it too, remember?”

inside the living

and took

she hesitated, feeling as though a boulder weighed on her

that, you’ll kill all the ants at the door. Aren’t you coming in?” His deep

herself to the inevitable and

the house spotless. There are no

is clean,” Howard noted, his voice tinged with a faint

saw he had changed into a crisp cotton nightshirt. Her gaze

red?” Howard remarked casually as his eyes swept over her.

Chadwick,” Gwendolyn bit her lip. “About

Howard understood. The events of that night couldn’t be

you referring to the bruising?” he