And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 274

“Paint on me.” Her voice was s

soft tinged with a pouty defiance.

Howard’s breath hitched, his gaze darkened, “Are you sure?”

He hadn’t picked up a brush since he was ten.

“Of course!” Gwendolyn’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice breaking as she spoke, “Is it only Selina you want to paint? I’ve seen it all

Tears streamed down her face, her weeping figure epitomizing sheer misery. With a crying tone, she accused, “Right here, you painted so many of her! She was naked! And she had Candy come over to collect them, just to embarrass mel Mr. Chadwick, I hate you.”

Howard’s eyes were a deep well of darkness, his voice icy, “I have never painted another woman’s nude.”

Clearly, Selina had done more than just sneak a camera into the bedroom to catch Gwendolyn changing into her lace slip dress. She had also planted something in the studio, scheming vile things behind closed doors.

“You’re lying! You did paint her, I want one too!”

Gwendolyn let her emotions run wild, weeping bitterly. She loved Howard, yet so many around them did not want to see them together.

had piled up, and tonight they spilled

her tattered dress, pointing to her backside,

himself to scold her, to him, she

taking her wrist, “Stop undressing. Any more and you’ll have nothing

she wanted to

painted anyone else,” Howard insisted,

then it struck him–after her drink–induced blackout, she

well be speaking to the wind.

black marker pen into his hand, stubbomly insisting, “Paint! Right

pointed at her

Howard glanced at the smooth,

do it.” Gwendolyn, nearly limp in his

to see a vision of spring in full bloom.

night upon waking, she’d surely die of shame. To have

the prim and proper

nib touched her lower back.

paint Selina?” Her eyes were hazy with the fog of drink, but she clung to the

as he replied, “Never”

you? I’ll forget,” she murmured, heavy