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”

not the

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

Group, but instead, he chose to preserve it.

I I

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

he had pushed the Chadwick family

noticing that even in private, he still referred to Warren as ‘grandpa. He

wanted to help him

Chadwick, you’re the most impressive man

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

of her chair, leaning over her, “Dr. Gwen, just how many men

began to list them: those from her village, school,

voice was a whisper, his

in the depths of his eyes. Without thinking, she murmured,

lips gently to hers, murmuring against her skin, “Dear Dr.

tangible pulse of emotion.

your

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

lip to