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.

you try it on for me?” he murmured, his lips grazing her cheek tenderly, his kisses sporadic but intense along the side of her

hard to say no.

too revealing,” Gwendolyn whispered

to the imagination as if wearing it was almost the

eyes

eyes only”

her lip, her palms damp with nervousness.

her, yet a thrilling pulse coursed through

all men fancy sexy women, Mr. Chadwick?” Even he wasn’t immune

lips tenderly, whispering against them, “I do, but I fancy even more seeing you turn into one just for

was fervent, deepening

herself underneath him on the spacious bed, the various intimate accessories tipped onto the floor. A trace of crimson lit his eyes

soft moan

against her freshly bathed skin.

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

heavy sighs as she watched him, her almond–shaped eyes

without refusal, Gwendolyn

cast it aside, revealing a well–built torso. He walked away, sliding his belt off with a clink and tossing it aside. His suit pants hung precariously low on his