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?”

Nathan decided to tease her a bit, “Isn’t your pick–up line a tad

Sandra slumped back to the booth and walled into Gwendolyn’s arms, “He didn’t give me an inch! Why does he keep

over and locked eyes with Nathan’s profile.

“Nathan?”

a mock

holding a drink, slurred her words. “Nathan, why didn’t you give Sandra your

clearly drunk but still hanging onto

Nathan? The guy

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

You guys always send the weirdest things…”

let out a soft burp,

eyes. Unaware of the underlying tension, Gwendolyn pulled them both to sit and eagerly encouraged, “Come on, join me for a drink.”

tried to be the voice of reason. “Maybe

pouted, Tm just having fun.”

way of making

lights zeroed in on Gwendolyn,

rang out from the speakers: “This next song goes out

slow on the