And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 116

Gwendolyn had stealthily spiked the punch with a dash of deer blood liquor, hoping for a bit of mischief.

“Gwendolyn.” His voice was low and rumbly, like a predator homing in on its prey, hair slightly tousled on his forehead. “Next time you want something, just go blunt. No need

for such theatrics.”

His fingers deftly unbuckled his leather belt, sliding it halfway out.

With her voice tinged with nervousness, Gwendolyn shot her hands to his, exclaiming “It wasn’t me… Why are you undoing your belt?”

“It’s hot.”

His lips found hers, brushed her nose, then the corner of her eye.

With each of his movements, the metal buckle of his belt clinked against the chair, a crushing symphony filling the air.

Gwendolyn clenched her eyes shut, unwilling to meet the raw desire in his gaze.

Just as things were escalating, the buzzing of a phone on the white kitchen table interrupted them.

Howard reached out and silenced the call, but the caller was persistent.

“Mr. Chadwick, maybe you should take that,” Gwendolyn whispered, pleadingly, her hands clutching the hem of her dress as she faintly collapsed into the chair.

With a restrained calmness, Howard stood up, his grip on the phone tight, and pressed his lips together. He stared at the number on the screen for a long moment before finally retreating into the bedroom to answer.

“Hello?” His voice was icier than usual.

watched him through the glass doors. The usually stoic man was now disheveling his shirt,

How devastatingly sexy!

her eyes away, her cheeks

voice, a sign that whoever was on the other end had

ended, Howard seemed

going to take a shower,” he called out to Gwendolyn

voice relieved but also

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it was chaos for the

belly as if she held a grudge

won’t it go away!” she shrieked hysterically.

baby is innocent,” Gemma pleaded to restrain her.

“It’s all your fault. You suggested we bring that country bumpkin to take my place! If I had married Howard, I’d

was shrill, her emotions raw,

I did everything for your good. No one could have known…” Gemma tried desperately to explain.

out her hand, slapping Gemma across the face not once but multiple times, “I hate you, I hate Gwendolyn! She needs to give me back my place!”

cries were anguished, her face contorted

of fury as he

you come

senses yet?”

face, collapsed to the ground,

already carrying the heir of Bainbridge. Forget those dreams. Besides, Howard’s legs

better life than me?”

with resentment.