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”

the only

Group, aren’t you?”

easily crushed the Chadwick Group, but

I I

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 marks of my journey. In the future, I plan to merge the Chadwick Group with Summit Corp, but the Chadwick family. they won’t get

had pushed the Chadwick family

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

help him achieve his

most impressive man I’ve ever met”

his figure, as if he were

on either side of her chair, leaning over her, “Dr. Gwen, just how many men have

few.” Replying, she began to list them: those

alright?” His voice was a whisper,

lost in the depths of his eyes.

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

a tangible pulse of emotion. Her beautiful

this your pain relief

kissed her lips, her earlobe, her neck. With a slight tum of her head, Gwendolyn could see their entwined shadows

to contain her