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

ache in her heart. Stray hairs clung to her temples. As he rose to leave, her eyes filled with

vision.

explain anything to her?

back, saw her like that, and moved over her pinning

asked, “Will you be able to sleep if

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

she said defiantly,

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

sheets tightly, her legs stretched taut

Silence fell.

passionate, wet kiss. He bit her plump, glistening lips with passion,

eyes, and she couldn’t suppress

from

hand lifted the hem of her nightgown, and Gwendolyn yelled in shock and shame, “… I’ve got my period.” Her eyes were

he whispered against her cheek. “Does it hurt?”

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

abdomen was sliced by a dull knife over and

tears and said, “Still pretending

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

of courage

she asked, “Mr. Chadwick, is Ms.