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.

bowl aside and slowly wrapped his

Gwendolyn’s cheeks. She clutched the fabric of

you’ll be okay.”

had a plan in place, and he just couldn’t

head, her clear, dark eyes seeking his,

the doctors said it was

said only if they found Enoch, but who knew where Enoch was? And even if they found him, there was no guarantee

“Of course.”

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

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 you came along.”

was that miracle.

I could save you, but I can’t save

buzzed, feeling as if she’d forgotten something

you,” Howard said earnestly, “Just give me some

the

had been searching for Enoch, to no

bring

were like a

at him, lost for

“I do, but…”

and follow the doctor’s orders. You need to be a good patient.”

brought another spoonful of stew to her

her eyes brimming with warmth.