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 around her.

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

be okay.”

and he

her clear, dark eyes seeking

the doctors said it

was? And even if they found him, there was no guarantee he’d agree to

“Of course.”

the stew and held it to her lips. She licked

her eat, Howard let out a sigh of relief.

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

that

you, but I can’t save

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

said earnestly, “Just give me some

She dismissed the thought without

searching for Enoch, to

possibly bring

you trust me?” His eyes were like a deep pool reflecting

at him, lost

“I do, but…”

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

spoonful of stew to her lips.

took a sip, her eyes brimming