And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 199

Gwendolyn lay in bed, her body ngid with tension, her fiets clenched tightly beneath the sheets

What intimate gesture could have left the scent of Selinas perfume lingering in the air?

A war, moist sensation began to form at the comers of her eyes

But she dared not ask for confirmation.

As she sensed toward rising to leave. Gwendolyn mustered up courage and grabbed his arm

“Mr. Chadwick.” Her soft and sandy voice rang out as she sat up and wrapped her arms firmly around his muscular torso

Howard turned to face her in the darkness, a light chuckle escaping him.

“I thought you were just going to keep faking sleep,” he said, his voice gentle and enticing as his long fingers caressed her smooth skin Gwendolyn boldly stood on the bed, her stance elevated as she reached out and wrapped her arms around Howard’s neck

Their eyes met

In that position, the air was thick with the unspoken promises between them.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips tight, the discomfort in her heart nearly unbearable.

She was tom between the fear of confronting him about Selina and the fierce desire to trust Howard.

The struggle within her was almost maddening.

Suddenly, her eyes, clear and glistening, filled with a reckless determination as she defiantly met Howard’s questioning gaze. “Mr Chadwick, my hand is nearly healed ”

Her statement was direct

The air between them hung heavy for a moment.

Howard’s hands clung onto her slim waist, his eyes getting darker. “Gwendolyn, do you get what you’re saying?”

“I do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

That night, they had come so close to crossing a line

He had said he wouldn’t hold back again once her hand was better.

“Gwendolyn, Im giving you another chance. Think it over, his voice had grown hourse with restraint, his body a testament to his self–control

Gwendolyn shook her head. There

against his.

body tensed like a drawn sword. He allowed her to spark the fire

shimmering with emotion, her voice tender. “Mr. Chadwick, I want

words. And Howard was no exception in the

don’t regret it, he murmured, his breath hot against

at his shirt, her breathing quick

wanted to be reckless, to grasp what

to have

to be real

Howard turned the tables, his overwhelming

its delicate and elegant fragrance, mixed with his aloof scent. The overly sweet

entwined,

hanging off her body. He kissed down her perfect neck, his

and she struggled to

her lips

10:45

creating an intoxicating aura, his fingers lightly tracing circles on her

bed, her hat fanned out, her eyes wide and questioning as

Chapter 200

foolproof, you know he whispered almost inaudibly. His body tensed with desim yet teetering on the edge of reason, and he called for a

to be more

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mix of relief and an inexplicable sense of loss washing over her,

because

took her left hand in his, his voice low and suggestive. “It’s healed,

Gwendolyn looked at him, puzzled.

use tonight,” he said with a stoic face,

the meaning to sink in, and heat flared

allowing him to handjob with

her head away, she closed her eyes, refusing to meet his intense gaze or to see

night wore on.

voice husky with satisfaction, “Tll be late at the Lopez’s baby’s christening tomorrow. I’ve told Cliff

of Jarvis’s fraud

can’t miss it.”

a child’s christening. It was already considerate of him to appear. “It’s alright, Mr. Chadwick. I can take care of myself. You handle your business.”

would call her, chatting about

decline such hospitality,