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, lacking courage.

clung to her temples. As he

vision.

explain anything to her?

girl” Howard suddenly turned back, saw her like that, and moved over her pinning her down on the

you be able to

Voicing those words felt like surrendering to him. Affairs of the heart were a game of strategy. She

can,” she said

finger, captivated by their softness. “What’s it gonna take to get those lips to spill

hands clutched the sheets tightly, her legs

Silence fell.

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

in Gwendolyn’s eyes, and she

robbing sounds from her

nightgown, and Gwendolyn yelled in shock and shame, “… I’ve got my

he whispered against her cheek. “Does it

harsh sense of injustice, tears pouring down her face. “No, it doesn’t

hurt terribly! She felt as if her abdomen

her tears and said, “Still pretending to

face was streaked with tears, her eyes like washed glass, clear

and full of courage as

asked, “Mr.