And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 245

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“Are you wearing it?” His eyes, deep and intense, murmured the question.

Kneeling on the plush bed, Gwendolyn clasped her hands over her chest, her almond eyes misty with hesitation. She bit her lap, struggling to find the words.

Howard’s handsome face was a picture of cool detachment, yet there was a fire smoldering in the depths of his eyes, a blaze that seemed unstoppable.

“No?” he probed again.

Gwendolyn’s head bowed, her ears burning with heat.

A chuckle escaped from his throat as he leaned down to kiss her, “Dr. Gwen, why so shy?” After all, they had shared their most intimate truths earlier

Her cheeks flushed as if to bleed.

She knew what was to come tonight, and she would surrender herself completely to Howard. Recalling Sandra and Nathan’s words, she took a deep breath and mustered the courage to say,

“Well, Mr. Chadwick, you could always find out for yourself whether I’m wearing it or not.” Her voice was soft, trembling at the end. Her eyes shimmered with a youthful allure.

“Okay” The word rolled off his tongue with a deliberate ease.

His nimble fingers reached for the collar of her nightgown, unhurriedly undoing each button, revealing glimpses of pale skin and the contrast of black lace.

moment, the intrusive ring of a cell phone shattered the

in annoyance.

her

Gwendolyn explained softly, answering the call from the nurse’s

the patient in room 2121 is

be right

hanging up, Gwendolyn was fully aware that on–call doctors usually handle such emergencies, but Claude’s case was delicate, and

looked apologetically at Howard, “Mr. Chadwick, I

anticipated, was abruptly interrupted.

was hoarse as

you there.”

Marina mentioned how important the new deal is for you. Get some rest.”

have Cliff take you.” That was his final concession. Cliff

another incident like the one with

the dressing room to

on the bed strewn with adult toys, feeling a sense

the familiar number, then he

answered with a chuckle, “How did it go? I even gave Gwendolyn some pointers.”

no wonder his usually reserved wife had spoken so boldly. He warned, “I’ll train

grumbled, “No good deed goes unpunished, huh? You must’ve struck out. I can