And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 86

The dinner party had stretched past midnight when Marina instructed Cliff to escort them to their rooms, leaving her to clean up.

Gwendolyn was pushing Howard’s wheelchair into the master bedroom, her cheeks flushed with a rosy tint. “Mr. Chadwick, this time… I’m not drunk,” she confessed, though she felt slightly dizzy.

She pulled out a small gift box from the pocket of her blouse and presented it to him with both hands. “Happy birthday, Mr. Chadwick.”

Howard’s typically stoic eyes shimmered with surprise. “For me?”

“Yep! I picked it especially for you. I just knew it was perfect the moment I saw it.”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, a delicate blush coloring her face.

Howard took the box and found a pair of sapphire cufflinks nestled inside. They couldn’t compete with the finest things he’d seen, but he could tell the

a pretty penny.

It was the thought that counted, and that was priceless.

“I like them,” Howard said in a deep voice.

must have cost Gwendolyn

help you get ready for bed.” Her speech was playful, almost flirtatious, the alcohol lending her words

“Okay.”

he couldn’t predict what the

escorted him to the spacious bathroom, squeezed toothpaste onto his brush, and twisted a warm washcloth in

was thankful that tomorrow was Saturday, a day off

toothpaste foam from the corner of his mouth.

bathtub with warm water and bent down to unbutton his shirt. Howard caught her wrist suddenly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “That’s enough.”

might take advantage

yet.” Gwendolyn shook her head stubbornly, intent

the washbasin. Her bare

alabaster

as his fingers traced her ankle, sliding up under the

dress caressing the smooth skin of

scobol the dopamine rush, and the steamy bathroom air had accelerated Tverains

CPR and mouth–to–mouth resuscitation.

her CPR,” she said, coking for praise with

Dr. Over is quite impressive, Howard responded

giggiet softly, leaning forward.