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.

I’ve gotten his wound bandaged but there might be a scar. You’re up dealing with the

packed his tools and

shut, silence returned to

the bed and

Howard asked casually, his detached

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

that all?” he questioned, dissatisfaction clear.

for… giving you the cold

for

get hurt. It’s

me a cold shoulder?” His eyes were like shards of ice,

her voice wavered. “I saw the

she had seen it, and that was

him, and he reached out to pinch. Gwendolyn’s

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

in pain, her mouth

bygones be bygones,” he said, releasing his grasp and watching her with

easy to appease, so she resolved to flatter a little more.

will you? I promise