And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 244

Howard mised an eyebrow, a smirk playing across his lips as he caught sight of Gwendolyn’s crimson face, a mix of embarrassment. and shyness

He cleared his throat, a teasing edge to his voice, “She insisted it was na mistake, said she wanted it to make me insatiable*

Gwendolyn’s cheeks bumed hotter, her gaze darting away, unable to meet his, “She’s always like that, and it wasn’t what I intended. Please don’t get the wrong idea, Mr. Chadwick.” Her dry explanation fell utterly unconvincing

“And what about Nathan? Was this package originally meant for you?” he asked slowly, his voice low.

Sweat beaded on Gwendolyn’s skin, her face a deep shade of red. She scrambled for an excuse. Tm just hungry. I’ll go check the kitchen for something to eat.”

But Howard’s large hand reached out, pulling her close by the waist, his bath tingling her our “You’re not going anywhere tonight.”

The temperature in the bedroom seemed to climb as desire flickered in his eyes,

“Mr. Chadwick,” she protested weakly, trying to push him away, “you’re still injured.”

“That won’t hinder anything.” He stressed the word “anything, but they both knew he was only referring to sex

Gwendolyn felt electrified, her body going soft wherever he touched her.

me?” he murmured, his lips grazing her cheek tenderly, his kisses sporadic but

to say no.

too revealing,” Gwendolyn

the imagination as if wearing it was almost the same as being

eyes

my eyes

bit her lip, her palms damp with

yet a thrilling pulse coursed

fancy sexy women, Mr. Chadwick?” Even he

I fancy even more seeing you turn into one just for me.”

response was fervent, deepening

the floor. A trace of crimson lit his eyes as he leaned down to kiss her passionately,

a soft

nightgown strained against her

on his arms, beads of moisture glistened in his tousled hair, he spoke with a husky voice, “I’m going to take a shower. Will you slip into the

came in heavy sighs as she watched him, her almond–shaped eyes brimming with an enthralling

a word, without refusal, Gwendolyn communicated her

off his white shirt and cast it aside, revealing a well–built torso. He walked away, sliding his belt off with a clink and