And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 52

Im gonna hit the shower,” said Gwendolyn.

She dropped her things and hurried back to her room for a quick shower and change into clean clothes. Finally, she knocked on Howard’s door.

“Come in.”

“Mr. Chadwick, I’m here for your acupuncture session,” she said, her voice hoarse and

weary.

Howard’s gaze remained fixed on her as she, like always, began the acupuncture treatment on his legs. Her delicate hands, pale and chapped from the work, stood out starkly.

She looked like a wilted lettuce, utterly spent.

“I’ll remove the needles in half an hour,” Saying, Gwendolyn tidied up her kit and sat down

to wait.

Howard didn’t speak, and he watched as Gwendolyn’s head slowly drooped until her eyes. closed and she dozed off against the rocking chair. He reached into the drawer for some hand lotion and wheeled closer.

The cool cream squirted into his palm, enveloping her hands as he gently massaged

them.

He figured she must’ve had a rough time at the hospital.

she was tough and resilient. She wouldn’t come home to complain. She never had

an hour passed, and she

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wanting to disturb her, Howard quietly pulled the needles out himself. A while later, Marina

“Yes.”

must be beaten.”

said sympathetically, “Why even

to get her diploma, maybe even stay on at Bayridge Hospital, and get her medical license in a year

hard, not if Enoch would just acknowledge her

apprentice.

probably wasn’t ready to reveal his

some inquiries at Bayridge Hospital tomorrow? See if they’re giving her a hard time

for Mrs. Chadwick to eat when

left, he gently lifted Gwendolyn and placed her

woke up the next morning

next to hers. She slowly turned her head

shifted

her eyes, pretending

said Howard, his morning voice

couldn’t pretend anymore and opened her eyes

“Do you

out when you sleep?” He lounged by the bed, his question laced with implication.