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

with a radiant smile. “I’m so glad you do. Now, let me help you get ready for bed.” Her speech was playful,

“Okay.”

last time. Yet he couldn’t predict what the usually shy Gwendolyn might do under the

him to the spacious bathroom, squeezed toothpaste onto his brush, and twisted a

meticulously cleaned himself, he was thankful that tomorrow was Saturday, a day off

wiped away the toothpaste foam from the corner of his

to unbutton his

and he might take

shook her head stubbornly,

and lifted her onto the washbasin. Her bare ankles, then in

alabaster

voice was husky as his fingers traced her ankle,

dress caressing the smooth

of scobol the dopamine rush, and the steamy bathroom air had accelerated Tverains heartbeat, making it hard

needed CPR and mouth–to–mouth resuscitation.

hospital today and gave her

Dr. Over is quite impressive, Howard

softly,