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.

the bowl aside and slowly wrapped

spill down Gwendolyn’s cheeks. She clutched the fabric of Howard’s

be okay.”

in place, and he just couldn’t share it

eyes seeking his, “Really? Will I

doctors said it was impossible.

knew where Enoch was? And even if they found

“Of course.”

lips. She licked them instinctively, and the rich taste filled

Howard let out a sigh of

you do now. The doctors. said only a miracle could save me, and then

was that miracle.

could save you, but I

feeling as if she’d forgotten something

to help you,” Howard said earnestly, “Just give me

dismissed the thought without

had been searching for Enoch, to no avail.

could he possibly bring Enoch to her?

a deep pool reflecting the gentle moonlight over rippling water.

stared at him, lost for words.

“I do, but…”

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

another spoonful of stew

sip, her eyes brimming with