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 time his hands had

you’re emotionally attached to the Chadwick Group, aren’t you?” Gwendolyn asked, looking intently into his

easily crushed the Chadwick Group, but instead, he chose to preserve it.

I I

his fear of me grew. This place bears the marks of my journey. In the future,

why he had pushed the Chadwick

private, he still

to help him

the most impressive

eyes shone with a sparkling clarity, reflecting only his figure, as if he were the sole presence in

her chair, leaning over her, “Dr. Gwen, just

to list them: those from her

a whisper, his breath almost

lost in the depths of his eyes.

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

a tangible pulse of emotion. Her beautiful eyes

your pain relief

her earlobe, her neck. With a slight tum of

lip to contain her sounds.