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

her temples. As he rose to

vision.

he want to explain anything to her?

suddenly turned back, saw her like that, and moved over her pinning her down on the soft

you be able to sleep if I leave tonight?”

afraid to ask. Voicing those words felt like surrendering to him. Affairs of the heart

she said defiantly,

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

the sheets tightly, her

Silence fell.

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

eyes, and she couldn’t

robbing sounds from her

and Gwendolyn yelled in shock and shame, “… I’ve got my period.”

he whispered against her cheek.

of injustice, tears pouring down her face. “No,

really, it hurt terribly! She felt as if her abdomen was sliced by

wiped her tears and said, “Still pretending to be strong.”

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

of

as she asked, “Mr. Chadwick, is Ms.