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.

ve suv

toward the house. “He looks like a decent guy, warm and chatty. My grandma talked

home is modest. There’s only one clean.

rooms used for storage, save for hers

at her. “I don’t mind. It’s

had

accidents, once when he was drunk, another

to wash up, then apply your medicine,” Gwendolyn said, taking him to the bedroom before leaving.

room, bookshelves lined with medical texts, traditional medicines, a bed by the window with a pot of wildflowers on the sill, and a

subtle, sweet fragrance,

simple yet comforting.

a home–loving,

“Mr. Chadwick, could you please undress?” She fetched

“Sure.”

them aside. Gwendolyn helped him sit on

his back. Then, taking

cuff, speaking softly, “You haven’t put on any ointment

“My injury isn’t serious, no need for medicine.”

Howard quickly grabbed it, and

trinkets,” Howard