And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 120

“Hey Mr. Chadwick, aren’t you swamped with work these days? What brings you to pick me up from the office?” Gwendolyn asked, turning to him with a hint of surprise in her voice.

Howard replied, “Waldo is on the loose who got a chip on his shoulder and I bet he’s out for revenge. Gwendolyn, I’m a bit worried about you,”

“I’m being careful, I promise I won’t wander off into any deserted places. You don’t have to waste your time picking me up.”

Howard turned to her, his gaze softening slightly as he said, “Can’t it just be that I wanted to see you?”

“Oh. Her lips twitched, struggling to suppress a smile that was threatening to break through.

“About last night, the wine… I didn’t switched it,” she blurted out, cager to clear the misunderstanding. “I’m sorry, Mr. Chadwick.”

She knew he had spent an unusual amount of time in the bathroom last night. As for what he was doing in there, she dared not dwell on the thought.

Howard responded with a noncommittal grunt, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the sleek surface of his laptop.

Was he working?

Gwendolyn strayed her eyes to his screen, catching a glimpse of a technical term that jumped out at her.

It was post–traumatic stress disorder from a car accident.

She worried for a moment. Had the accident caused Howard some irreversible. psychological damage?

since he wasn’t talking about it, she

back to

playing an interview with Selina, the international ballet sensation, announcing her return tour to the country. Her

name sounded familiar to Gwendolyn, and she remembered Sandra mentioning that Selina was Sanford Hamilton’s sister, a renowned ballet dancer.

are you looking at?” Howard closed his laptop and asked.

and her cheeks glowing with a natural

fairness.

got home shortly

Gwendolyn was stunned by the sight that greeted her in the living room.

you like what you see?” Marina asked with a

a

wedding photos and dozens of frames, both large

graced the coffee table, and even the dining area

an enormous wedding photo of them kissing passionately. She was wrapped in Howard’s embrace, lost in the moment, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy with desire. It looked like she was thoroughly

“Marina, this…”

all the albums and frames today. They’re all retouched

littered with their unrestrained embraces, leaving Gwendolyn

coolly, “Let’s replace the TV wall with a more subdued photo, a

to your bedroom. For the rest, there’s no space to hang them right now, so I’ll

decision on

living room, volunteered,