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.

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

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

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

his voice rough and unsteady. “Gwendolyn.”

hidden under the pillow or the cats in heat,

eager thoughts surged

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

the window, allowing Howard to see her lovely face and

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

problem with the little thing that had fallen from

tightened as he said with

her in silence until her

breathing became erratic.

Chadwick, I… I could check your pulse to see if

was even hoarser. “Gwendolyn, I’m no saint. I can’t

craving

mimicking what he had once done, pressing her lips to

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