And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 225

The dusk was settling, casting long shadows over the small town of Honeysuckle Hollow. The endless rain had turned the dirt roads into a quagmire, making travel a nightmare. Under the shelter of the free clinic’s awning, Gwendolyn was administering care to her last patient of the day.

“You’ve got a bit of an upset stomach,” Gwendolyn said, her voice gentle yet firm. “A few doses of this medicine should do the trick. Remember, eat slowly and choose soft and bland foods. And lay off eggs and shellfish while taking this, okay?”

She scribbled a prescription and handed the medication to the elderly woman.

“Thank you, Dr. Quigley. You’re so patient with us all.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Gwendolyn replied with a smile.

Perched on the edge of the porch, the town mayor snapped his lighter and lit a cigarette, his face creased with worry as he watched the relentless downpour. “This rain doesn’t look like it’s letting up anytime soon. Tommy, ensure you set up the roadblocks and warning signs on the main road tomorrow. We don’t want any travelers to get caught in a landslide.”

Packing up her medical kit, Gwendolyn overheard and asked the town mayor, “Sir, are you saying vehicles can’t get through?”

“Landslides are common during these storms. We’ve had our share of injuries before. Honeysuckle Hollow is too strapped for cash to fix these roads properly.”

Hearing that, Gwendolyn felt a twinge of discomfort.

Back in her tiny prefab cabin, she tidied up the sparse room with its single bed, a dresser, and a small table with chairs. She picked up her cell phone from the dresser, the signal weak and unreliable, making calls nearly impossible.

outside, and the night

thoughts drifted to Howard, and the words Vivien and Selina had said echoed in her mind The Stellar Crescent Foundation

tribute to Selina, a testament to their

horrific car accident. If it wasn’t love, then what else could it

the thought of giving up on such a good

couldn’t do.

a wave of emotions crashing over her, leaving her feeling lost and

believe him if he

5 5

her cabin, a shadowy figure

the old–fashioned lock and

that split the sky. Gwendolyn’s eyes snapped open to see a swaying silhouette, a stranger

gasped, her body breaking out in

won’t hurt you! Just do as I say. Let me strip you and take a few photos, and I’ll let you go!”

mouth, and the max yelped in

he yanked

outside drowned out Gwendolyn’s cries for help. She struggled wildly, knocking over the few dishes she had.