And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 201

“I can’t tell you just yet.” Enoch looked at her youthful, disarmingly beautiful face, his heart full of concern.

The time wasn’t right to dmg her into the tangled mess of the past

“Since you say so, Mr. White, Ill listen to you Gwendolyn replied without pressing further, a model of obedience.

Enoch sighed. “Once you’re ready to spread your wings, you can do anything you want to do. He reached into his pocket and laid a document before her. “Membership to the Bayridge Health Association.”

“If you’re serious about opening your clinic and want to keep out of trouble, it will help. Surely, the association is a mixed bag, but there are some real talents. My old friends will look out for you”

Enoch had thought everything through, spending the past few days networking for his opprentice.

Gwendolyn’s eyes misted over as she accepted the membership card.

“Thank you”

“Don’t mention it. Your temperament makes you easy to pick on.”

Enoch stood up. “I’m going to pack my things. Don’t hover around this old guy. You should be out there living your life.”

After overhearing their conversation, Marina teased once Enoch had left. “Mr. Chadwick does have a soft spot for Mrs. Chadwick’s

knew the two had spent the night

cheeks flushing

we hear some good news about you and Mr. Chadwick?” She was genuinely concemed. There were other women out

rush, Marina, I can’t

hem of her dress and ran upstairs. Her hand rested on her belly as she thought about Howard’s words from the night before. What if they were to have

and ponds were lit by the soft glow of streetlamps, exuding

the Lopez family’s kitchen was bustling with preparation. The guests were more or less related to the family, with the opportunists

the new modern–style villa lay

tight, his youthful handsomeness still traceable

Claude Lopez,

had been in a tragic car accident as a young man, bedridden for

people stood by his

health had improved a lot, and she could walk unassisted. She was wringing a handkerchief, tenderly wiping Claude’s cheeks.

in arm with her husband Derrick, Magnolia furrowed her brows. “Mom, shall we ask that Dr. Quigley for help tonight? She’s so young, and Claude has

her

twenties. Magnolia’s husband had told her that the girl was ambitious and

suspected Enoch had cured Howard’s legs, but

let her age fool you. She’s quite capable. Besides,