And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 105

Howard frowned as he glanced at Nathan, his eyes growing colder by the second. “Beat

It.

Nathan smirked sheepishly, “Oh, come on. Spill the beans, man. Did Enoch help solve your get–up–and–go problem?”

“Nope,” Howard replied, impatience threading his voice.

Nathan deflated like a punctured balloon. “That’s a bummer. I’ve been itching to share some good stuff. But chin up, Howard. You’ll bounce back!”

He patted Howard’s shoulder with a forced sympathy.

“What good stuff are you talking about?” Howard asked, his tone flat but eyes probing

“Lots of goodies.”

Nathan cocked an eyebrow smugly. “The kind you wouldn’t even dream of”

He had anything one could find on the market and then some.

He even had a storage room at home for his treasures, a no–go zone for even the cleaning lady.

“Vulgar,” Howard spat.

Food, love, and passion are

wouldn’t diss my hobbies if you knew the bliss of a perfect moment, the ecstasy of a stormy romance!”

shot him a cold glance.

write me off, buddy. You’ll come knocking

“Never gonna happen.”

Gwendolyn gets sick of you, we’ll

have your and Gwendolyn’s outfits delivered tomorrow. Warren’s birthday party kicks off

was out that the founder of Summit Corp

I expect you to smash

a look.

lingering glance, Nathan left with a

life. The car zoomed off in a

11:20

Invitation card with

to have an ace up

descended the staircase,

called out, “Jeannie’s asleep. I’ve checked. She’s unhurt,

Gwendolyn’s senior, was frank

young lady, unaccustomed to real trouble.