And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 87

Howard was the epitome of a man who, despite his aloof and unattainable demeanor, could speak with an undercurrent of sensuality that sent a flush to Gwendolyn’s cheeks.

She tried to feign indifference, her pretty face set in defiance. “Not true.”

“What about… trying mouth–to–mouth again? You can teach me this time,” he suggested, locking his gaze with hers.

“No way.” Gwendolyn shook her head.

Howard watched her in silence, his gaze making her feel uneasy.

“Mr. Chadwick, I’m going to freshen up and rest. Go to bed early,” she said, nearly fleeing the scene. But as she hopped down from the washbasin, Howard gripped her firmly.

She tumbled straight into his arms.

“It’s so unfair,” he said with amusement, his stern face inching closer. “You satisfy your cravings and don’t care about my feelings.”

“That’s not true.” Gwendolyn denied.

“Then I won’t hold back.” Without another word, he captured her swollen lips in a kiss that was all–consuming, leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world to unravel her.

Gwendolyn’s mind felt sluggish, intoxicated by the faint scent of his cologne and the subtle aroma of the whiskey on his breath.

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Dr. Gwen seek revenge? Will my drink

do that.” Gwendolyn assured him repeatedly.

and Gwendolyn’s legs nearly

to the floor.

she said lightly as

cursing under his breath as he glanced down.

strangers. As partners in an

from innocent.

to break the ambiguous barrier between

next day and called out as

self–consciously adjusted the scarf wrapped

if he was

up in a scarf?” Marina asked

chilly.” Replying, Gwendolyn sat down at

come down. She started on her portion without

“Yrah, it must be

with temperatures that could have you wearing fur one moment

pile of parcels in the living room.

but we’re still part of the Chadwick family,” Marina explained while sorting

set aside those from unfamiliar

friends

Gwendolyn offered, quickly finishing her meal to assist Marina.