And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 115

On the balcony of the master bedroom, nestled atop the second floor of their cozy suburban villa, Gwendolyn and Howard lounged leisurely in the garden swing chair. It was a serene night, with a warm breeze under the sparsely star lit sky.

On the small white round table between them, a bottle of tincture sat, catching the moonlight’s glint. Gwendolyn poured a glass and offered it to Howard with a smile, saying. “Try this, it’s Exotic Herbal Liquor.”

Exotic Herbal Liquor was a concoction made with a blend of herbs, designed to nourish vitality and improve digestion. They had made a pact back in their countryside getaway to share this wine upon return to Bayridge City

Tonight was the perfect occasion for celebration.

Howard took the glass and drank deeply. After a moment of contemplation, he said, “This is different from the Exotic Herbal Liquor I’ve had before. Did you tweak the recipe?”

“Did I?” Gwendolyn seemed puzzled, pouring herself a glass to taste. There was a faint. briny tang to it.

She wasn’t too experienced with these things and suggested, “Maybe it’s been steeped for too long. Mr. Chadwick, perhaps drink less of it. Aged spirits can be potent.”

“No matter,” Howard replied lazily, reclining in the elongated garden chair.

He downed two more glasses, his usually impassive face now flushed with a touch of red, exuding an air of restrained nobility.

Gwendolyn was momentarily entranced by the sight.

Turning to her, Howard noted her swollen eyes, reminiscent of walnuts, and chuckled, “Why did you cry along with them earlier?”

“I cried because I was happy,” she answered,

“Why?” he probed.

“Because you’ve shown me that good deeds.

to resist, Howard reached out, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “Gwendolyn, don’t label me the ‘good guy,” he said in a husky voice.

his hand, whispering,

not want to be the good guy anymore,” he

his eyes, seeing her reflection in them. Her heart ignited with a sudden fervor,

silence that followed seemed to stretch on.

Out of the corner of her eye,

wine?” he asked, more boldly than usual, his voice now a

burning sensation all too well.

man of acute

off about the

didn’t add anything,” Gwendolyn replied, genuinely confused.

heat, making her palms sweat

chains of the swing clinked, and Gwendolyn found herself lying back against the cool metal.

She shivered involuntarily.

his jacket, cushioning her back with

still cold?” he asked, looking down at

lip, shaking her head.

up, her eyes misty as they met his.