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.

aside and slowly wrapped his arms

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

you’ll be okay.”

he just couldn’t share

her head, her clear, dark eyes

the doctors said

only if they found Enoch, but who knew where Enoch was? And even if they found him, there was no guarantee he’d agree to treat her.

“Of course.”

to her lips. She licked them instinctively, and the

let out a sigh

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

was that

you, but

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

to help you,” Howard said earnestly, “Just give me some time, and I’ll bring

She dismissed the thought without

been searching for Enoch, to no avail.

could he possibly bring

were like a deep pool reflecting the

at him, lost for words.

“I do, but…”

the doctor’s orders. You need

of stew to

her