And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 162

The conference room was silent, save for Gwendolyn and Howard.

Turning her head with a curious gleam in her eye, Gwendolyn inquired, “A message about what?”

Howard rested his hand on the back of her chair. With a gentle tug, the chall on wheels rolled towards him, bringing them face–to–face Just inches apart

To remind him the: there’s a black sheep in the family”

At this, Gwendolyn let out a chuckle, asking. “Are you talking about Mr. Bainbridge?”

Howard’s gaze was intense and penetrating. “Tonight, I expect there might be fireworks.”

“Mr. Chadwick, it seems to me that you have your finger on the pulse of everything. You’re always in control, Gwendolyn said, her admiration evident. She often felt a step behind.

Howard’s eyes half–closed as he glanced at her, his index finger lightly tapping the spot over her heart

“That’s what I can’t predict.”

Gwendolyn quickly crossed her arms over her chest, ripples of emotion in her eyes. “Hey, no need for tricks now”

cleared his throat. That was not the only

attached to the Chadwick Group, aren’t you?” Gwendolyn asked, looking

have easily crushed the Chadwick Group,

I I

features slightly, his voice deep. “This seat you’re in is used to be mine. I had nothing but reverence for my grandfather… but his fear of me grew. This place bears the

pushed the Chadwick family members

to him as he spoke, noticing that even in private, he still referred

to help him achieve

the most impressive man I’ve ever

figure, as if he were the sole

placed his hands on either side of her chair, leaning over her,

she began to list them:

His voice was a whisper, his breath almost touching her

of his eyes. Without thinking, she murmured, “Alright”

response, he pressed his lips gently to hers, murmuring against her skin, “Dear Dr.

of emotion. Her beautiful eyes

your pain relief

a glow on her delicate, pale neck as Howard kissed her lips, her earlobe, her neck.

her lip to contain