And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 137

Bainbridge arched an eyebrow and asked, “So what’s the game?”

Fanny twinkled her eyes with mischief, “She’s clueless. We’ll see who makes a sound first, and whoever does loses.”

Her finger traced lazy circles on Bainbridge’s chest, her mind swirling with thoughts of vengeance against Vivien and her nasty schemes.

“Game on.” Bainbridge playfully pinched her waist, making her squirm.

Fanny answered the phone, switching it to speaker mode, “Hey Vivien, what’s going on? You’re calling pretty late, must be something important.”

“Fanny, I just called Bainbridge and I heard a woman laughing with him. Could he be cheating on me?” Vivien confided in her, thinking of Fanny as a close friend.

Fanny rolled her eyes disdainfully but soothed her, “No way. Guys have to socialize, and Bainbridge adores you. How could he cheat?”

She tilted her head back to invite Bainbridge’s kisses, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

On the other end, Vivien continued worriedly, “He’s been so harsh with me lately. I’m pregnant now. I’m afraid he’s feeling lonely and looking elsewhere.”

Fanny fought to keep her breath steady, “He’s just busy with work. Totally normal. Ah…”

noise?” Vivien crackled her voice

glare and lied through her teeth, “Oh, just my dog. Bit me by accident. Vivien, gotta go.” She hung

she

her wrist gently, “No worse than you, playing her

if I need her setting me up with guys, acting like I

own.”

satisfied with her husband

They resumed their playful tangle of limbs.

the hotel door was kicked open with foree!

your heads and get down, cooperate with the check! This is a police check!”

driven through the night to the police station, anger simmering as she posted. bail for Bainbridge and Fanny.

released them quickly.

the pair in their robes, Vivien marched

treated you like a sister, and you seduce my man! How could you, Fanny?!” Vivien was. fuming, clawing at her hair in a rage.

holding

all a misunderstanding,

Vivien’s eyes, her heart aching with betrayal, “Bainbridge, how could you do this? Why