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

wheelchair toward the house. “He looks like a decent guy, warm and

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was modest, with most rooms

don’t mind. It’s

they had

was drunk, another when

your

medical texts, traditional medicines, a bed by the window with a pot of wildflowers on

sweet

simple

a home–loving, gentle

could you please

“Sure.”

fuss, stripping off his suit and shirt, setting them aside. Gwendolyn helped him sit on the bed, carefully

gently cleaned his back. Then,

played with the cuff, speaking softly,

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

his suit, something fell out. Howard quickly

Howard