And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 98

The creaking of the ancient four–poster bed seemed to whisper secrets in the night.

Gwendolyn wrung her hands with nervousness. “Maybe, maybe I should just bunk with Grandma tonight.”

It had been her initial decision to keep from disturbing Nicolette’s sleep.

Beneath the quilt, a warm, strong hand seized hers.

“You can’t sleep with your grandmother every night, right? She might get suspicious.” They were husband and wife, after all. It wasn’t right to be sleeping apart all the time.

“So, I’ll… stay here then, Gwendolyn resigned.

Lying side by side with rigid bodies and shallow breaths, they desperately tried to lull themselves into sleep. But the night only seemed to heighten their awareness, and a subtle tension grew between them.

“Meow…”

“Meow, meow.”

A stray cat’s call was persistent, long, and melodious outside the window.

It was spring, and the cats were in heat.

two strays under the window were like warring sprites, their

stillness of the night made the cats‘ “meow–meow” all the more distinct.

embarrassment, and finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. Propping herself up in her arms, she declared, “I’m going to shoo

out and grabbed her, his

the small box hidden under the pillow or the

restless, eager thoughts surged uncontrollably.

wrong?” Gwendolyn’s voice trembled as she instinctively licked her lips. His hand was so

of moonlight slipped through the window, allowing Howard to see her

the remedy make you unwell? Or did Mr. Thomas

thing

as he said with restraint. There’s something wrong with

eyes were deep, profound. He watched her in silence until

breathing became

I… I could check your

no saint. I can’t be free

understand. Mr. Chadwick. You’re craving something. Then, let me help

her lips to his in a tentative kiss. Her initiative jolted

intense restraint, his breathing heavily, almost like a groan. His long fingers clutched the bedsheets so tightly that they turned white. He was at