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

smile. “I’m so glad you do. Now, let me help you get ready for bed.” Her

“Okay.”

what the usually shy Gwendolyn might do under the influence.

spacious bathroom, squeezed toothpaste onto his brush, and twisted a warm washcloth in

that tomorrow was Saturday,

Gwendolyn wiped away the toothpaste foam

with warm water and bent down to unbutton his shirt. Howard caught her wrist suddenly,

and he might take advantage of the

shook her head stubbornly, intent on

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

alabaster

husky as his fingers traced her ankle, sliding up

smooth skin of her

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

needed CPR and mouth–to–mouth

Lopez at the hospital today and gave her CPR,” she said, coking for praise with an endearing

Dr. Over is quite impressive, Howard responded as she wished, his fingers.

giggiet softly, leaning forward.