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.”

arm in arm with Jameson, headed for the door, followed by Marina to see them off.

offered cheekily, “It was Nathan who

With a weary expression,

“Let me take care of that stuff. Heard it’s quite potent. It seems a

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

he

inside the living

her burning cheeks and took slow steps upstairs.

though a boulder weighed

you keep pacing like that, you’ll kill all the ants at the door. Aren’t you coming in?” His deep voice drew her

Gwendolyn resigned herself to the inevitable

the house spotless. There are no ants,”

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

crisp cotton nightshirt. Her gaze involuntarily fell on his neck, where the marks had almost faded.

remarked casually as his eyes swept

lip. “About that night…

she spoke. Howard understood. The events of that night couldn’t

referring to the bruising?” he teased with a faint smile,