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.

startled her

jumped, her heart racing, and whirled

chest, exasperatedly exclaiming, “What

approving click

mighty fine, I must say.”

vision of beauty that

she replied, “I’ve always been beautiful.”

She clutched at

to seduce Howard. With a little push from a love potion, she

something I need to discuss with you,” Conrad murmured, his eyes heavy with intent.

him a disdainful look.

scheme against Gwendolyn.

I saw you in

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him off,

a little business proposal. Let’s talk in

spoke with

followed him down the corridor to a room at the far end. The Moore family, known for their paint business, was considered third–tier at best. Still, they were a decent match for the Sawyer

Conrad’s decent background, his reputation was

in Bayridge City wanted to marry him, especially with