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.

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

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

with a damp cloth. “The tears have smudged your make–up.” Marina treated her as her daughter, feeling

her tears. “Oh, that’s awkward.”

of her. You’ve been working hard. Get

Marina

time to strengthen their bond. If Howard also fell

quietly closed the

oatmeal, his lips curving into a smile. “Here, let

Her bright, soft eyes met his.

I haven’t,” Howard said with a thin

felt a pang of disappointment.

his, the heat of his kiss breaking through

this way, it’s only been you,” he whispered

might be infectious…

replied, unbothered. He wouldn’t let Gwendolyn recover alone in this

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