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 from

heart racing, and whirled around

exasperatedly exclaiming, “What do you want?”

an approving click

mighty fine,

a vision of beauty that

replied, “I’ve always been beautiful.”

She clutched at

a little push from a love potion, she was certain he wouldn’t be able to resist

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

him a disdainful look. “I’m busy!”

scheme

saw you in the garden with

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cut him off, panic edging her

business proposal. Let’s talk in my room. Ten minutes is all I need!”

spoke with

far end. The Moore family, known for their paint

despite Conrad’s decent background, his reputation was

marry him, especially with rumors of his sexually transmitted