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.

usually stoic man was now disheveling his shirt, his belt hanging loosely, revealing a sliver

How devastatingly sexy!

away, her cheeks burning, her

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

seemed to regain his composure.

he called out

also tinged with an inexplicable sense of loss.

11:22

it was chaos for

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

curse! Why won’t it go away!” she

is

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

was shrill,

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

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

her face contorted in

a mask of fury as he slapped her hard

come to

yet?” he shouted.

collapsed to the

of Bainbridge. Forget those dreams. Besides, Howard’s legs are done for. What’s

girl have a better life than me?”

with resentment.