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.

stoic man was now disheveling his shirt, his belt hanging

How devastatingly sexy!

forced her eyes away, her cheeks burning, her

hear the anger in his voice, a sign that

ended, Howard seemed to regain his

shower,” he called out to Gwendolyn

also tinged with

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for the Sawyer

furiously pounding on her belly as if she held a grudge against

curse! Why won’t it go away!”

yourself! The baby is innocent,” Gemma pleaded to

country bumpkin to take my place! If I had married Howard, I’d be the lady of Summit Corp by now! Did you

shrill, her emotions raw,

No one could

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

were anguished, her face contorted in pain.

was a mask of fury as he slapped her hard

you come

yet?”

face, collapsed to the ground, sobbing bitterly.

Howard’s legs are done for. What’s there to

better life than

with resentment.