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 strength.

hands clenched tightly on the wheelchair.

stand still, the world hushed except for the thunderous beating of

“They call me the barren cripple, and you the village girl. As they say,

Chadwick…” Gwendolyn looked at him, astonished.

we’re equals,” he said, his sharp eyes softening with a rare gentleness. He sensed the deep–seated insecurity within

sorry,” she murmured, downcast.

me the ointment from the drawer.”

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

your hands.”

angry red scratches on her palms,

was just starting to settle in, a burning

it gently, the coolness a relief. Gwendolyn watched him, thinking how wonderful it would be if there were

agreements, no pretense.

back into the pocket of her coat.

Dr. Yates now.” said Gwendolyn.

“Go ahead.”

had his own scores

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