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?”

then turned to see Howard with

busy day at the

up on his elbows, Howard looked at

for last night,” she said, her pride surfacing again,

that could distance them from each other.

passed through Howard’s eyes. “Oh, did you

her mouth but

dismiss him. “Mr. Chadwick, Honeysuckle Hollow isn’t quite up to your standards. You’d better

tone was icy, unyielding.

caught her hand. “I’ll leave with

treatment would end

to work,” Gwendolyn said lightly, feeling

he tell

Did he have some sixth sense, knowing she’d

voice was deep and

telling me the crime. I can’t read your mind.”

to being jealous, to caring

grip tightened and then released as if coming to a

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