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

and chatty. My grandma talked with him all day,

modest. There’s only one clean. room left. If you mind, I can make

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

at her. “I don’t mind. It’s not the

had shared space

he was drunk, another when she

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

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

a subtle, sweet fragrance, a woman’s touch.

was simple

was a home–loving,

the water, setting it on the washstand. “Mr. Chadwick, could you please undress?” She fetched

“Sure.”

no fuss, stripping off his suit and shirt, setting them aside. Gwendolyn helped him sit

gently cleaned his back. Then, taking the ointment,

speaking softly,

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

something fell out. Howard quickly grabbed it, and Gwendolyn

Howard