And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 260

Gwendolyn took a deep breath, rubbing her throbbing head. Sleep was an impossible dream then.

She got out of bed and went downstairs to find Marina already up and about and that two strangers in overalls were in the living room.

“Mrs. Chadwick, good moming” Marina said.

“Who are these guys?” Gwendolyn asked, eyeing the two men with confusion.

Marina was just as perplexed, “Mr. Chadwick sent them to check the smart home system, but normally, we only have a big inspection at the end of the year.”

“Okay.” Gwendolyn didn’t think much of it, her mind preoccupied with troubles anu ner stomach without appetite. Marina insisted Gwendolyn eat something, pushing a plate of crispy bacon and sandwiches to her. Unable to refuse, Gwendolyn took the sandwiches and hailed a cab.

Inside the taxi, her mind was heavy as she scrolled through her social media feed, only to stop at the icon of a white swan

Selina posted. No matter when or where you’ll find your way back to me]

The post had a picture of a hospital room and a tall man with a stem profile. His features were sharp and commanding.

It looked so familiar. Those same features had been lost in a sea of desire just the night before.

her lips and texted Jeannie,

“No.” Jeannie replied.

post was visible only

reassured Jeannie that Selina was fine. After all, how bad could things be if she could post on social media with words dripping with sweetness and

on duty last night. Room 2122,

Yeah.”

advice. Grip tight on your man. Use every cunning trick you know. If you were even a tenth as crafty as Selina, Howard would be wrapped around your finger.” Sandra spoke with frustration, “I checked with the doctor. Her wrist wound is superficial

even scar

looked

should head home and get

some rest. You look like a panda with those dark circles,” Gwendolyn

seems a decent man. I doubt there’s

more

put on her white coat and started her early rounds. As Claude’s attending physician in room 2121, she inevitably passed by room

of the insid

a sliver

frail voice could be heard from

I want