And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 97

Nathan didn’t wait for a second thought. He hopped into his car, slammed his foot on the gas, and sped away.

Howard looked down with dismay, his face darkening.

The small box looked fancy but had a cheesy slogan. “Happy Wife, Happy Life.”

He flipped it over, and the back was even worse.

It read, “Talk the talk, but can you walk the walk? Pleasing your wife is an art.”

Howard’s gaze was steely, an icy aura emanating from him. Where on earth did this no–brand junk come from?

“Mr. Chadwick!” Gwendolyn called out, finding him. “Did Mr. Thomas leave?”

Howard stuffed the little box into his suit pocket, looking up at her fresh, radiant face and replying, “Yeah, he’s gone.”

Gwendolyn approached, noting his grim expression with concern. “Are you not taking to the countryside well?”

“No, it’s that fool, Nathan. He’s caused some trouble,” Howard said flatly.

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and chatty. My grandma talked with him all day, and now she’s sound asleep.”

added, “Our home is modest. There’s only one clean. room left. If you mind, I can

Quigley family’s little brick bungalow was modest, with most rooms used for storage, save for hers and her grandmother’s

“I don’t mind. It’s not the

home, they had shared space before.

flickered away. Those were accidents, once when he was drunk,

some water for you to wash up, then apply your medicine,” Gwendolyn said,

bed by the window with a pot of wildflowers on the sill, and a string of

was a subtle, sweet

simple yet

a home–loving, gentle

the washstand. “Mr. Chadwick, could you please undress?” She fetched the pajamas from the suitcase

“Sure.”

shirt, setting them aside. Gwendolyn helped him sit on

cleaned his back. Then, taking the ointment, she meticulously applied it

absentmindedly played with the cuff, speaking softly, “You haven’t put on any ointment yourself.”

isn’t serious, no need for medicine.”

his suit, something fell out. Howard quickly grabbed it, and Gwendolyn

some trinkets,” Howard