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.

announced, “Dr. Quigley, I’ve gotten his wound bandaged but there might be a scar. You’re up dealing with the patient’s mood. Got my

packed his tools and left.

silence returned

bed and

Howard asked casually, his detached tone

of guilt surged within Gwendolyn, and she confessed with a trembling voice, “I shouldn’t have let

that all?” he questioned, dissatisfaction clear.

the

for

hurt. It’s my

His eyes were like shards of ice, forbidding and

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

she had seen it, and that was why she felt guilty.

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

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

her mouth

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

gently. Sandra had said men are easy to appease, so she resolved to flatter a

wrong. Please forgive me, will you? I promise it won’t