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.

first cat’s calls had been on before another joined in. The two strays under the window were like warring sprites, their cries growing

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

anymore. Propping herself up in her arms, she

reached out and grabbed her, his voice

or the

eager thoughts

as she instinctively licked her lips. His hand was

moonlight slipped through the window, allowing Howard

you unwell? Or did Mr. Thomas give you something?”

problem with the little thing that had fallen from his

he said with restraint. There’s something wrong with

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

became

your pulse to see if

I’m no saint. I can’t

You’re craving something. Then, let me

her lips to his in a tentative kiss. Her

a groan. His long fingers