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

of hesitation, she added, “Our home is modest. There’s only one clean.

bungalow was modest, with most rooms used for storage, save

don’t mind.

home, they had shared space before.

were accidents, once when he was

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

medical texts, traditional medicines, a bed by the window with a

a subtle, sweet

was simple yet

was a home–loving, gentle

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

“Sure.”

was no fuss, stripping off his suit and shirt, setting them aside. Gwendolyn

gently cleaned his back. Then, taking

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

waved it off. “My injury isn’t

his suit, something fell out. Howard quickly

some trinkets,” Howard