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.

you’ve shown me that good deeds.

reached out, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “Gwendolyn, don’t label

his hand, whispering, “Why

not want to be the good guy

seeing her reflection in them. Her heart ignited with a sudden fervor, sending a rush of heat throughout her

that followed seemed to stretch on.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught his knowing and

you add to the wine?” he asked, more boldly than usual, his voice now a

that burning sensation all too well.

was a man

about the wine.

didn’t add anything,” Gwendolyn

carried a feverish heat, making her palms sweat

The chains of the swing clinked, and Gwendolyn found

She shivered involuntarily.

his jacket, cushioning her

cold?” he asked, looking down

lip,

up, her eyes