And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

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Chapter 122

“Sometimes, I wish you’d sit down with me instead of always pushing to stand up,” he said with a casual ease that belied the depth of his words.

Gwendolyn licked her chapped lips, gathering her thoughts, “Why the extra push, Mr. Chadwick? You’ve already hit the mark with today’s rehab plan.”

“Gwen, I just don’t want you to think I’m weak at this.” His voice was a steady calm, and his handsome features betrayed no other emotion.

Gwendolyn averted her gaze, her eyes falling to the floor. She murmured, “It’s normal. A lot

favors.” of guys struggle with sexual issues. You popping pills isn’t doing your body any

“What are you going on about?” Howard leaned in, his chiseled face now magnified before Gwendolyn’s eyes.

“Nothing,” she blushed, backpedaling.

“I heard you.”

His hand snuck under the hem of her shirt, tickling her waist. Gwendolyn jolted, her laughter bubbling uncontrollably.

“I didn’t say anything, Mr. Chadwick, ha–ha…”

His playful hand knew all her ticklish spots. For a girl unversed in such play, every touch was a sensitive one.

A mere graze of his fingertips sent tingles down her spine, leaving her helplessly giggly.

playful nature escaping in

Howard demanded, having noticed her subdued mood

air, “What do you want to hear?”

how sincere you

long fingers, danced over her skin, leaving her in an exquisite

in control, masterfully manipulating her every

I’m sorry,

He didn’t cease.

her wits, Gwendolyn scrambled for the

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Sandra had giggled over at the hospital. The girls in

“Ah…

side again, prompting another yelp from Gwendolyn.

mustered her courage and said, “Please, Howard, I was

old–fashioned ways, and Howard

closer, his fingers teasing

flushed in both her cheek and neck. A jolt like an electric surge shot. through

exactly what she

whisper, she said, “Please… honey, I beg you.”

Utterly mortified!

releasing her at

their relationship that he found utterly

moment to sit up,