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.

Gwendolyn watched him through the glass doors. The usually stoic man was

How devastatingly sexy!

forced her eyes away, her cheeks burning, her throat dry.

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

the call ended, Howard seemed

take a shower,” he called out to Gwendolyn on the patio.

also tinged with an inexplicable sense

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it was chaos for

mess, furiously pounding on her belly as if

curse! Why won’t it go

hurting yourself! The baby is innocent,” Gemma pleaded to

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

was shrill, her emotions

your good. No one could have known…” Gemma

face not once but multiple times, “I hate you, I hate Gwendolyn! She needs

cries were anguished, her face contorted

mask of fury as he slapped her hard across the cheek.

come to

senses yet?” he

collapsed to the ground,

dreams. Besides, Howard’s

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

with resentment.