And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 265

Howard ruffled her tousled hair with gentle patience. “Dreams are a mishmash of thoughts,” he said soothingly. Gwendolyn lay, her cheek against his chest listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, afraid to let go.

“Mr. Chadwick, I saw you in Selinas hospital room last night. You were feeding her grapes…” Her voice was soft and hoarse, seeking an explanation.

“I didn’t feed her anything.” Howard replied, his lips curving into a wry smile. “Sanford called me over and said it was urgent…” Gwendolyn interupted him. “I understand. She helped you out once.”

Her sorrow wasn’t about his midnight visit to Selina but the words Jameson had spoken to her. She dared not confront Howard, fearing it might strain their father–son relationship.

“Jealous, are you? What do you think you understand?” Howard chuckled, the sound soft and warm

“Forget it. It’s best not to tell Gwendolyn about that incident now. It would only make her worry sick.” He thought inwardly.

“Mrs. Chadwick, have some breakfast Marina entered, carrying a tray with comfort food, a bowl of steaming, creamy oatmeal, and vegetable salad

The oatmeal glistened with a sheen of butter, tempting the appetite.

“I cooked it slow and low, just how you like it. It’s sweet and hearty,” Marina said as she placed the tray on the bedside table. “Your favorite salad, some broth, pancakes, and fresh milk, all perfect for whetting the appetite.”

Her cooking was top–notch.

on getting better. The doctor said exhaustion had knocked down your immune system, and you caught the flu. Mr. Hamilton personally granted you three

cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Thank you, Marina.”

make–up.” Marina treated her as her daughter,

tears. “Oh, that’s awkward.”

care of her. You’ve been working hard. Get some

then,” Marina

their time to strengthen their bond. If Howard also fell ill, they could consider it a little vacation.

closed the door behind her.

up the oatmeal, his lips curving into a smile. “Here,

a bite. Her bright, soft eyes met his. “Have

Howard said with a thin smile.

a pang of

and covered her lips with his, the heat of his

you,”

I might be

wouldn’t let Gwendolyn recover alone

breaths were short. She pushed him gently away. “Your phone is