And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 63

Gwendolyn was caught off guard by his question, rendered momentarily speechless.

She had never considered leveraging Howard’s influence, especially since the Chadwick family was tightening its grip, making life increasingly difficult for Howard.

“Gwendolyn, am I really that unimpressive?” Howard asked a hint of challenge in his

voice.

“No, Mr. Chadwick,” she replied, stumbling over her words, inexperienced in the art of soothing male egos.

The elevator dinged at the 21st floor, and Howard maneuvered his wheelchair out with unwavering determination. Gwendolyn had to jog to catch up, following him into the hospital room.

“Mr. Chadwick,” she called out, her face flushed with emotion. “How could you ever be unimpressive? I was just worried about being a burden to you.”

He turned to face her, a probing gaze meeting her earnest eyes.

“Mr. Chadwick,” Gwendolyn continued, “I’m just an ordinary girl, and you’re like something out of a storybook. Associating with me would be beneath you.”

Raised in a small town, she had never encountered such a dazzling man. To her, he was a lifeline, the kind soul who showed her the bright lights of the city beyond her humble village, a treasure she held dear.

“I don’t want people to gossip about you taking in a country girl. If our marriage is destined to end from the start, how could I let it tarnish your reputation?” Her voice was

resolute

hands clenched tightly

the world hushed except for the thunderous beating of his heart.

to say I’m any better?” Howard’s voice was rough with emotion, “They call me the barren cripple, and you

Gwendolyn looked at him,

he said, his sharp eyes softening with a rare gentleness. He sensed the deep–seated insecurity within her

she murmured, downcast.

the ointment from the

She hurried to get the ointment and handed it to him. Howard opened It. squeezing out a ribbon of white cream, looking up at

your hands.”

revealing the angry red scratches on her palms, the

in, a burning sensation that

coolness a relief. Gwendolyn watched him, thinking how

agreements, no pretense.

placed the ointment back into the

see Dr. Yates

“Go ahead.”

his own

Gwendolyn stepped out of the hospital room, she saw Mack fawning and