And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

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Chapter 158

The security room was overflowing with gifts, a testament to the overzealous generosity of the townsfolk

“You call me if you need anything.” Gwendolyn murmured, her voice as soft as the morning breeze

“know Bayridge City like the back of my hand. I won’t get lost.”

Enoch found her fussing unnecessary Grabbing his things, he headed out the door.

Howard watched her, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he lightly grazed her nose with his fingertip and teased, “My little busybody”

Her cheeks flushed. “I am not,” Gwendolyn protested

“Would you like to be? Howard’s gaze was deep and meaningful as he looked at her.

Her lips pressed together, a shy warmth blooming within her

Marina, who had been observing their tender exchange, covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Enjoy your breakfast at leisure. Il take out the trash,‘ she said, lifting two bags of garbage before stepping outside, only to return moments later with a startled cry.

“Good heavens, that gave me a fright!”

the garbage, Marina hurried back inside.

Gwendolyn asked, frowning slightly

“Mr.

his path. Your mother’s here.”

her mother, Gwendolyn rose swiftly and walked

Outside the villa.

disheveled, knelt before Enoch, pleading through her tears, Mr. White, Nicolette and you are old friends. My long absence from Gwendolyn’s life was fraught with difficulties. In these times, a woman with

was now even more

“Your hardships are of no concern to Gwendolyn. Why then do you persist in causing her pain?”

sobs heart–wrenching. “I realize my mistakes. I swear I

amends because you found out about Mr. White’s

I truly regret my

forgive so easily was something she could

Sawyer family treat you poorly? Didn’t you declare Vivien to be your

do nothing but berate and beat me,”

was a pitiable tale

pity often accompanied

publicly renounced our relationship: Gwendolyn stated, her voice firm. “We are no longer family.”

Her

her gaze filled with unresolved resentment.

and Howard go ahead. I’ll

for her. He knew Gwendolyn well enough to understand that neither standing by idly nor offering forgiveness was in her