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.

Gwendolyn, he 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

teasing grin, he packed his

shut, silence returned to

and whispered, “Mr. Chadwick, I’m sorry.”

Howard asked casually, his detached tone

within Gwendolyn, and she confessed

he questioned, dissatisfaction

giving you the cold shoulder on

for

get hurt. It’s

me a cold shoulder?” His

wavered. “I saw the clarification

seen it, and that was why she

out a cold laugh, but as he looked at Gwendolyn’s pitiful state, a 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 say you’re jealous

Gwendolyn’s lips, plump and

pain, her mouth opening slightly.

something nice, and I might let bygones be bygones,” he said, releasing his

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

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