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?

it, she pretended not

gaze back to the

playing an interview with Selina, the international ballet

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

are you looking at?” Howard closed his

and her cheeks glowing with a

fairness.

got home shortly

the sight that greeted her in the living

do you like what you see?” Marina asked with a playful tone.

a bright

walls of the living room were adorned with their wedding photos and dozens

the coffee table, and even the dining area

Howard’s embrace, lost in the moment,

“Marina, this…”

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

with their unrestrained embraces, leaving

with a

I’ll move the kissing photo to your bedroom. For the rest, there’s no space to hang them

made the decision on

eager to escape the awkwardness of the living room, volunteered, “Marina, let