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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“He looks like a decent guy, warm and chatty. My grandma talked with him all day, and

only one clean. room

brick bungalow was modest, with most rooms used for storage, save for hers and

up at her. “I don’t mind. It’s not the

at home, they had shared

was drunk, another when

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

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

was a subtle, sweet

was simple yet

was a home–loving, gentle soul.

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

“Sure.”

Gwendolyn helped him sit

Then, taking the ointment, she meticulously applied it

played with the cuff, speaking softly, “You haven’t

injury isn’t serious, no need

out. Howard quickly grabbed it, and Gwendolyn

Howard