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.

insecure deep down, lacking

a sour ache in her heart. Stray hairs clung to her temples. As he rose

vision.

he want to explain anything to

saw her like that, and

asked, “Will you be

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

she said defiantly,

lips with his finger, captivated by their softness. “What’s it gonna

tightly,

Silence fell.

her plump,

eyes, and she couldn’t suppress

from her throat

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

raggedly, he whispered against her cheek. “Does it

felt a harsh sense of injustice, tears pouring down

it hurt terribly! She felt as if her abdomen was

and said, “Still pretending

eyes like washed glass, clear

of courage as

as she asked, “Mr. Chadwick,