And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 227

“Gwen, was there ever a moment you wished I would show up?” Howard’s voice was a gentle whisper in the dimness of the room.

Gwendolyn bit her lower lip, fighting back a sob that threatened to spill.

Yeah, she wanted Howard there. And just like that, he was before her, as if he’d stepped straight out of a fairy tale.

But she didn’t speak, feigning sleep instead.

Howard didn’t call her out on her poor act. He held her tighter. He could feel her trembling.

She was scared tonight.

Howard’s eyes were dark with concern. Something was off with that guy. He reached for his phone, intending to call Nathan, but the signal was nonexistent.

Frowning, he thought, “If Quentin doesn’t get that cell tower fixed by tomorrow, I’m giving him the boot.”

Dawn broke.

Gwendolyn opened her eyes to the warm presence at her back. Howard’s arms were still around her waist. She gently wriggled free from his grasp and slid out of bed.

Behind her, Howard asked lazily, “Why not sleep in a bit?”

Howard with his shirt unbuttoned and averted her

day at the

up on his elbows, Howard looked at her. “About last night…”

surfacing again, “but I would have handled him, even without you.”

saying that could distance them from each

ripple of amusement passed through Howard’s eyes. “Oh, did you finish

her mouth but

him. “Mr. Chadwick, Honeysuckle Hollow isn’t quite up to your standards. You’d better head back to Bayridge City. I can’t play hostess right now.”

tone was

her hand. “I’ll leave with

treatment

you like. I’m going to work,”

things, wouldn’t he tell her without her asking?

he doing there in Honeysuckle Hollow? Did he have some sixth sense, knowing she’d

Howard’s voice was

the

to hear her admit to being

tightened and then released as

you and…” Her