And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 211

Gwendolyn hurriedly closed her eyes and pulled the comforter over herself, feigning sleep.

She could hear the door creak open, footsteps drawing nearer. The mattress sank beside her, and a familiar scent of sandalwood, faint but unmistakable, filled the air

It was Howard!

Her eyelashes quvored slightly as the bitterness and complexity within her fermented.

The wall lamp cast a dim glow, beneath which Howard’s austere featums were like carved slona. In raached out with warm fingers, gently tracing the comer of her eye

She was crying

In a gentle voice, Howard said, “Gwendolyn, Eknow you’m awake”

Busted, Gwendolyn slowly opened her eyes, meeting Howard’s calm, unfathomable gaze.

Her eyes swelled and were red as chemies, brimming with accusation and

“Upset?” he asked.

Gwendolyn stubbornly shook her head, replying. “Not at all. It’s late, Mr. Chadwick. You should head back and get some rest” Her tone was cold and distant, urging him to leave.

Howard gazed at her steadily, then said, “Fine, then I’ll leave.”

He was a master at reading people’s minds and saw right through her petulance.

was insecure deep down,

ache in her heart. Stray hairs clung to her temples. As he rose to leave, her eyes filled with tears,

vision.

to explain anything to

Howard suddenly turned back, saw her like that, and moved over

he asked, “Will you be able to sleep

like surrendering to him. Affairs of the heart were a game of strategy. She

can,” she

traced her lips with his finger, captivated by their softness. “What’s it gonna take to get

sheets tightly, her

Silence fell.

suddenly captured her lips in a passionate, wet kiss. He bit her plump, glistening lips with passion, his hands gripping her

welled in Gwendolyn’s eyes, and she couldn’t

from

the hem of her nightgown, and Gwendolyn yelled in shock and shame, “… I’ve got my period.” Her eyes were red, vulnerable

raggedly, he whispered against her cheek. “Does

felt a harsh sense of injustice, tears pouring down her

if her abdomen was sliced by a dull knife

wiped her tears and said, “Still pretending to be

tears, her eyes like washed glass, clear

full of courage as

“Mr.