And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 139

The room settled into a hushed quietude.

Howard set the insulated casserole dish on the table and lifted the lid.

A rich, savory a

wafted out, and he spoke, “Marina made you some stew.” He

scooped a small bowl and walked over to where Gwendolyn sat.

“Care for some?”

Gwendolyn shook her head.

“Gwendolyn, do me the honor,” Howard said, his expression gentle, his patience evident.

“Mr. Chadwick.”

The words scratched from her throat, dry and aching.

It had been too long since she’d spoken, her voice hoarse.

“Do I suck that bad? Why does even my own mother take sides against me?” She despised Gemma, but she couldn’t deny the yearning for maternal love.

She was just a girl starved for affection, forced by circumstances to be strong.

“You’re outstanding, and they’re the fools,” Howard murmured.

slowly wrapped his arms

warmth of his body made tears spill down Gwendolyn’s cheeks. She

you’ll be okay.”

and he just couldn’t share it with her

her head, her clear, dark eyes seeking his, “Really? Will

doctors said it was

And even if they

“Of course.”

stew and held it to her lips.

let out a sigh

bedridden, I felt just like you do now. The doctors. said only a miracle could save me,

was that

you, but I

as if she’d forgotten something crucial as if she’d overlooked an.

it’s my turn to help you,” Howard said earnestly, “Just give me some time, and I’ll bring Enoch

She dismissed the thought

many had been searching for

could he possibly bring Enoch to her?

you trust me?” His eyes were like a deep pool reflecting the gentle moonlight over

at him,

“I do, but…”

plenty of rest, and follow the doctor’s orders. You need to be a good

another spoonful of stew to her

a sip, her eyes brimming