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

cheeks. She clutched the fabric of Howard’s shirt, sobbing

be

plan in place, and he

clear, dark eyes seeking his,

said

who knew where Enoch was? And even if they found him, there was no guarantee he’d

“Of course.”

and held it to her lips. She licked them instinctively,

eat, Howard let out a sigh of relief.

I felt just like you do now. The doctors. said only a miracle could

was that miracle.

Chadwick, I could save you, but

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

time, it’s my turn to help you,” Howard said earnestly, “Just give me some

the thought without hesitation.

had been searching for

possibly bring Enoch to her?

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

him, lost for

“I do, but…”

the doctor’s orders. You need to

another spoonful of

a sip, her eyes brimming