And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 173

Gwendolyn ascended the staircase, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished wood until she reached the second floor.

The nameplate on the door caught her eye immediately, its bold letters impossible to miss. With a gentle push, she entered the room.

The lounge was decorated with an air of understated elegance, featuring a plush daybed and an adjoining powder room. The dressing table was adorned with unopened cosmetics, Scented candles filled the room with a calming aroma, and the wardrobe was stocked with evening wear for both men and women. While not exactly luxurious couture, the garments were far from shabby,

The Peterson family was loaded, that much was clear from their willingness to splurge,

Gwendolyn churned her stomach tumultuously,

She sought comfort in the daybed, sitting for a brief moment before the wave of nausea hit and she darted into the powder room to throw up.

Afterward, she felt considerably better.

She then turned her attention to cleaning the stain on her gown, a garment she couldn’t bear to part with since it was a gift from Mr. Chadwick.

The design matched the pattern on his cufflinks, a coordinated detail that was both secretive and sweet. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had chosen this dress for her on purpose,

Footsteps echoed outside the door.

Vivien, standing just beyond the threshold, was eavesdropping.

Arriving late, she hadn’t seen whether that waiter had accompanied Gwendolyn inside.

male voice startled her

jumped, her heart racing, and whirled around to face Conrad, a notoriou:

exasperatedly exclaiming, “What do you want?”

with an approving click of

looking mighty fine, I

was a vision of beauty that

replied,

She clutched at

three hours perfecting her makeup, determined to seduce Howard. With a little push from a love potion, she was

discuss with you,” Conrad murmured, his eyes heavy with intent.

him a disdainful look.

needed to scheme against Gwendolyn.

you’ll regret it. I saw you in the garden

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cut him off, panic

business proposal. Let’s talk in my room. Ten minutes

with

far end. The Moore family, known for their paint business, was considered third–tier at best. Still,

decent background, his reputation was

to marry him, especially with rumors of his sexually