And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 230

*Tomorrow’s the last day of your volunteer clinic, right? When you guys return, I’m throwing a welcome home party!” Sandra offered enthusiastically.

“Thank you,” Gwendolyn replied with grace.

“Don’t mention it. And hey, do me a favor and brush up on that material I gave you, the good stuff. Guys love that, Sandra said at breakneck speed before hanging up.

Gwendolyn stood there, slightly dumbfounded.

Was that stuff, um, useful?

Gwendolyn bit her lip, recalling how Howard had commented last time that those kinds of movies are dull while watching alone and that it took two to add to the fun.

Did he enjoy them, too?

Gwendolyn’s cheeks burned at the thought, and she quickly finished in the communal shower before slipping into a clean outfit.

As Gwendolyn returned to her room, it was quiet and spotless. The locals, whom Howard had helped save, couldn’t express their gratitude in words, so they cleaned the place from top to bottom as a token of thanks.

Howard was sitting on the bed, shirtless, his right arm wrapped in a bandage with a faint hint of blood seeping through. The young doctor was finishing up with his wound, tying a bow on the dressing.

his wound bandaged but there might be a scar. You’re up dealing with the patient’s mood. Got

packed his tools

door shut, silence returned

and

his detached tone cutting like

within Gwendolyn, and she confessed with a trembling voice, “I shouldn’t

that all?” he

you the cold shoulder

for

hurt. It’s my

you gave me a cold shoulder?” His eyes were like

guilt intensified, her voice wavered. “I saw the clarification online. I’m

had seen it, and that

pang of tenderness struck him, and he reached out to pinch. Gwendolyn’s blushing lip, saying, “Girl, you’re so stubborn. Is it that hard to

fingers pressed firmly against Gwendolyn’s lip punishment in disguise. Gwendolyn’s lips, plump and tempting, swelled and reddened under his touch.

pain, her mouth

let bygones be bygones,” he said, releasing his grasp and watching

had said men are easy to appease,

Please forgive me, will you? I promise it won’t happen again,”