And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 99

The next day, Gwendolyn was up at dawn with dark circles under her eyes and a hint of redness that betrayed her lack of sleep. She helped Nicolette whip up a hearty breakfast before returning to wake Howard.

She found Howard already freshened up and ready to start the day.

“Mr. Chadwick, breakfast is ready. After we eat, I’ll take you to Mr. White’s place. He’s got a knack for medicine that puts me to shame,” she said with a half–smile.

Howard paused briefly, then nodded, “Sounds good.”

He maneuvered his wheelchair toward the dining room.

Gwendolyn fluffed the pillows and straightened the sheets, her hands stumbling upon a small box. With widened eyes, she inspected it only to quickly stash it back where she found it, pretending nothing had caught her attention.

“Gwen, darling, breakfast is getting cold!” Nicolette called out.

“Coming!” Gwendolyn replied, walking out the door to join Howard at the table. She sat down, pushing around her oatmeal and scrambled eggs with a side of bacon, clearly lost in thought.

Howard threw her a glance, sensing her evasive gaze and uneasy demeanor.

“I’m full. Mr. Chadwick, let’s head next door to Mr. White’s,” Gwendolyn said, grabbing a box of milk and some vitamins as she went out the door, Howard following in tow.

door, they approached a quaint two–story brick house with a rustic little yard. A

out cheerily,

inside.

gentleman in a green tracksuit emerged, his lean figure moving with surprising agility. His gray beard and distinguished demeanor gave him an almost mystical air, his complexion radiating health that belied his years.

Gwen, you’re back,” he said, taking the gifts and setting them aside, his piercing eyes then studying Howard.

Howard, Gwendolyn’s husband,” Howard introduced

Mr. White was known, grunted acknowledgment.

White, he’s had an accident, and his legs have taken a bad hit. I thought you could look at them,” Gwendolyn said with a

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help

him

Gwendolyn

softening as they were alone. “From the Chadwick family, eh? Deep waters run

Mr. White,” Howard said earnestly. “It was an accidental discovery, and I have covered

for your ends. I’ve

intention to use her, nor will I disclose anything

hand,” Enoch

Howard replied, placing his hand on the armrest

her acupuncture technique needs refining. I’ll take over for the