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.

up, and tonight they spilled forth.

stripped off her tattered dress, pointing to her backside,

unchecked. Yet Howard couldn’t bring himself to scold her, to

“Stop undressing.

wanted to defy him,

never painted anyone else,” Howard insisted, earnestly.

struck him–after her drink–induced blackout,

might as well be speaking to the wind.

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

pointed at her backside.

Howard glanced at the smooth, pale skin,

do it.” Gwendolyn, nearly limp in his arms, was

a vision of spring in

she’d surely die of shame. To have bared herself,

and proper lady

the lid aside, and the thick nib touched her

were hazy with

was husky as

me again tomorrow, will you? I’ll forget,” she murmured, heavy with the scent