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.

his lips grazing her cheek tenderly, his kisses sporadic but intense

hard to say

too revealing,” Gwendolyn whispered

to the imagination as if wearing it was

eyes

eyes only”

her palms damp with nervousness. A

pulse

Mr. Chadwick?” Even he

do, but I fancy even more seeing you turn into one just for

response was fervent, deepening their

him on the spacious bed, the various intimate accessories tipped onto the floor. A trace of crimson lit his eyes as he leaned down to kiss her passionately, biting with an intense

a soft

strained against her

his tousled hair, he spoke with a husky voice, “I’m going to take a shower. Will you slip into

as she watched him, her almond–shaped eyes brimming with an enthralling blend of innocence and

without refusal, Gwendolyn communicated her silent consent.

his belt off with a clink and tossing it aside. His suit pants hung precariously low on his strong hips, a tantalizing red mole just