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.

joined in. The two strays under the window were like warring sprites,

night made the cats‘

it anymore. Propping herself up in her arms, she declared,

grabbed her, his voice rough and

small box hidden under the pillow or the cats in heat, but his thoughts. were far

restless, eager thoughts

as she instinctively licked her lips. His hand was so hot.

through the window, allowing Howard to see her lovely face and

Or did Mr. Thomas give

a problem with the little thing that had

said with restraint. There’s something wrong with

He watched her in silence

breathing became

your pulse to see

I’m no saint. I can’t

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

had once done, pressing her lips to his in a tentative

in intense restraint, his breathing heavily, almost like a groan. His long fingers clutched the bedsheets so tightly that