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.

doors. The usually stoic man was now disheveling his shirt, his belt hanging loosely, revealing a sliver of his waist.

How devastatingly sexy!

her cheeks burning, her throat

hear the anger in his voice, a sign that whoever was on the other end had truly upset

ended, Howard seemed

a shower,” he called out

her voice relieved but also tinged with an inexplicable sense

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for the Sawyer

a mess, furiously pounding on her belly as if she held a

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

is

that country bumpkin to take my place! If I

shrill, her emotions raw,

your good. No one could have known…” Gemma tried

out her hand, slapping Gemma across the face not once but multiple times,

cries were anguished, her face contorted in

he slapped her hard

come

yet?” he shouted.

her face, collapsed to the ground,

carrying the heir of Bainbridge. Forget those dreams. Besides, Howard’s legs are done for. What’s there to envy?”

some village girl have a better life than me?” Vivien protested, her heart

with resentment.