And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 272

“Guess I’ll head over then.”

Sandra set down her wine glass and swayed over to the handsome guy’s table. Just her luck, he stood up and headed to the restroom. Talk about a letdown!

With nothing better to do, Sandra plopped down in his seat to wait for Mr. Dreamy’s return.

Inside the restroom.

Nathan Thomas was on his phone, urgency in his voice. “Code red! Howard, your wife’s drinking at the bar! Get here stut! In the last ten minutes, at least three or four guys have hit on her and she’s knocking them back pretty good!” Gwendolyn usually had a bodyguard with her, but she wasn’t having it tonight, so they were dismissed.

After hanging up, Nathan loosened his tie. He’d hoped for a bit of post–work excitement, but bumping into Gwendolyn at a bar? That was like hitting the jackpot!

Once he’d collected himself, Nathan stepped out of the restroom, only to find his seat taken by the same girl who’d been hanging out with Gwendolyn.

They’d crossed paths at the hospital once, but the encounter hadn’t left much of an impression.

“Hey there, handsome. Mind sharing your number?” Sandra looked up at him with a hopeful smile.

Nathan feigned indifference. I’m an old–fashioned guy. I don’t just give my number to any girl.”

Sandra’s admiration grew. She found him familiar and asked, “Have we met before?”

didn’t recognize him, Nathan decided to tease her

Gwendolyn’s arms, “He didn’t give me an inch! Why does he keep looking over here then?”

glanced over and locked eyes with

“Nathan?”

Nathan said with a mock suave stroll over to their table.

words. “Nathan,

was clearly drunk but still hanging onto consciousness.

was gobsmacked. “That’s Nathan? The guy who brings you those McCormick

pointed to the pristine nurse and asked, “And she’s the Sandra who sends you flash drives and

nodded dutifully. “Yeah. You guys always send the weirdest things…”

burp, her breath reeking of

irony clear in their eyes. Unaware of the underlying tension,

be the voice of reason. “Maybe you should slow down

Gwendolyn just pouted, Tm

making troubles disappear and inhibitions loosen.

the stage lights zeroed in on Gwendolyn, causing her to

voice rang out from the speakers: “This next song goes out to the girl in the white dress

slow on