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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wheelchair toward the house. “He looks like a decent guy, warm and chatty. My grandma talked with him all day, and now she’s

one clean. room left. If you mind, I can make do on the

modest, with most rooms used for storage,

“I don’t mind. It’s not the

had shared

were accidents, once when he was drunk, another when she had

water for you to wash up, then apply your

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

sweet fragrance, a woman’s

was simple yet comforting.

home–loving, gentle

returned with the water, setting it on the washstand. “Mr. Chadwick, could you please undress?” She fetched the pajamas from the suitcase and placed them on

“Sure.”

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

his back. Then, taking the ointment, she meticulously

softly, “You haven’t put on any

waved it off. “My injury isn’t serious, no

out. Howard quickly grabbed it, and Gwendolyn didn’t

Howard said calmly.