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.

the intrusive ring of a cell phone shattered

in

was her

hospital,” Gwendolyn explained softly, answering the call from the

the patient in room 2121 is in critical

be right there.”

emergencies, but Claude’s case was delicate, and she

apologetically at Howard, “Mr. Chadwick, I must go

moment, so keenly anticipated,

didn’t show anger. His voice was hoarse as he offered,

you there.”

important the new

I’ll have Cliff take you.” That was his final concession. Cliff was adept in self–defense and could ensure her safety.

like the

nodded and hurried to the dressing room to change before

adult toys, feeling a sense of emptiness. He picked up his phone and saw the recent call log, his gaze flickering.

then he dialed Nathan’s

a chuckle, “How did it

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

unpunished, huh? You must’ve struck out. I can almost smell your