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

shook her head. There was no need for further

soft body against his. Her innocent yet

drawn sword. He allowed her

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

words. And Howard was no exception in the

regret it, he murmured, his breath hot against her

at his shirt, her

to be

want to

to be real husband and wife.

tension between them. Howard turned the tables, his

aloof scent. The overly sweet smell that belonged to Selina quietly dissipated

entwined,

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

cheeks flushed red, and she

nervous, her lips trembling

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voice held a note of desire, creating an intoxicating aura, his fingers lightly tracing circles on her belly “You know, might end up making

eyes wide and questioning as she looked up

Chapter 200

with desim yet teetering on the edge of reason, and he called for a pause

be more than

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and an inexplicable sense of loss washing over

hesitation be because

his

looked at

said with a stoic face, his words laced with an

meaning to sink in,

to handjob with her hand

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

wore

while Howard was satisfied, his voice husky with satisfaction, “Tll be late at the Lopez’s baby’s christening tomorrow. I’ve told

Jarvis’s fraud trial?” Gwendolyn

I can’t miss

to attend a child’s christening. It was already considerate of him to appear.

her, chatting about family matters and reminding her of the

decline such hospitality,