And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 93

Gwendolyn hesitated a bit before turning her back to Howard. Her fingers grazed the edge of her coat as she slowly slid it off, along with her sweater, leaving her in just a bandeau.

Her smooth, pale back was all shocking scars.

Howard extended a gentle hand, carefully pulling strands of her long hair to drape over her shoulder. He scooped a generous dollop of ointment and began to spread it across her wounded back.

With the tip of his index finger, he delicately lifted the strap of her bandeau, spreading the ointment with slow, tender movements.

Gwendolyn shivered involuntarily. The coolness of the ointment was a welcome relief against the searing pain of her wounds.

“It’s the first time that a woman has taken a hit for me,” Howard said, his voice low and eyes clouded with a dark intensity that lingered.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and Gwendolyn found herself seated on his lap. She turned and glimpsed his expression, but a cold kiss fell upon her rounded shoulder.

“Mr. Chadwick…” Her hands instinctively covered her chest, her body tensing.

He embraced her from behind impulsively, his eyes closing, feeling a profound sense of calm wash over him.

the countryside tomorrow,” he murmured against her neck,

has longed to return, always asking

he assured her softly. He seemed

not move, letting him lean against her.

exploded with a sensational headline.

evidence of Howard’s rebellion, branding him the family’s black sheep. Accompanying

fate with the family’s ancestral mandate, a rule

family had fallen from grace.

spreading the news and celebrating his

benchmark for others‘ children. At this time, his name was to be erased from the family

was made at a secluded booth in a dimly lit

“Cheers!”

Mr. Bainbridge, the future head of the Chadwick

can never return to the Chadwick family! Warren’s pride won’t allow it!”

huddled around Bainbridge and Vivien, basking in their glow. The air was thick