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.

deep down, lacking

hairs clung to her temples.

vision.

to explain anything to

her like that, and moved over

over her, he asked, “Will you be able

felt like surrendering to him. Affairs of the heart were

can,” she said

captivated by their softness. “What’s it gonna

sheets tightly, her

Silence fell.

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

in Gwendolyn’s eyes,

sounds from her

hand lifted the hem of her nightgown, and Gwendolyn yelled in shock and shame, “… I’ve got my

her cheek.

pouring down her face. “No, it doesn’t

She felt as if her abdomen was sliced by a dull

her tears and said, “Still pretending to

tears, her eyes like washed glass,

full of

asked, “Mr. Chadwick,