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,

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

vision.

explain anything to

her like that, and moved over her pinning her

her, he asked, “Will you be able to sleep

Voicing those words felt like surrendering to him. Affairs of the heart were a game of strategy. She might be naive, but she didn’t want to submit

she

by their softness. “What’s it gonna take to

clutched the sheets tightly,

Silence fell.

lips in a passionate, wet kiss. He bit her plump, glistening

welled in Gwendolyn’s eyes,

from

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

against her cheek. “Does

tears pouring down her face. “No, it doesn’t hurt she protested.

it hurt terribly! She felt as if her abdomen was sliced by a dull knife over and over.

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

tears, her eyes like washed glass, clear Hamilton that

full of courage

as she asked, “Mr.