And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 139

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.

and slowly wrapped

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

be

he

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

said it was impossible.

Enoch was? And even if they

“Of course.”

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

Howard let out a sigh of relief.

bedridden, I felt just like you do now. The doctors.

was that

you,

head buzzed, feeling as if she’d forgotten something crucial as

“Just give me some time, and I’ll bring Enoch to you.”

impossible.” She dismissed the thought

many had been searching for

bring Enoch to

His eyes were like a deep pool reflecting the

stared at him,

“I do, but…”

of rest, and follow the doctor’s orders. You need

spoonful of stew

a sip, her

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