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.

in. The two strays under the window were like warring sprites, their cries growing increasingly

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

finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. Propping herself up in

grabbed her, his voice

the pillow or the cats in heat, but his thoughts. were far

restless, eager thoughts surged

trembled as she instinctively licked her lips. His hand was

through the window, allowing Howard to see her

the remedy make you unwell? Or did Mr. Thomas give you something?” Gwendolyn’s voice tightened with

little thing

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

were deep, profound. He watched her in silence

breathing became erratic.

check your pulse to see

voice was even hoarser. “Gwendolyn, I’m no saint. I can’t be free from

craving something. Then, let

in closer, clumsily mimicking what he had once done, pressing her lips to his in a tentative kiss. Her

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