And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 277

The artist’s studio of the Chadwick family’s villa was messy

Gwendolyn stirred awake, groggy and nursing a throbbing headache on the plush carpet that had substituted for her bed. The aftermath of last night’s revelry hit her like a freight train–every inch of her body ached as she propped herself up on shaking arms.

Tired. Sore. All over

Rubbing her bleary eyes, she arched her back in a languid stretch, and the knitted throw blanket slipped down, revealing her bare upper body.

She blinked in confusion. Why was she undressed?

Scattered around the floor were her sundress and undergarments, alongside a few scraps of tom fabric.

She nearly screamed.

Her body was responding in ways that spelled out a night of drunken debauchery. Had she really succumbed to a night of passion with Howard after too many glasses of wine?

Her memory was a foggy vold

Then her gaze caught the canvas on the easel, and she was thunderstruck.

Cheeks flaming, her whole body flushed with warmth.

What on earth was this?

Every single

It was her!

charged with emotion than the previous portrait

limited knowledge of art, Gwendolyn could tell that this was not the work of the same hand that had painted

extent of Mr.

the

to injury, there was a small turtle doodled on the woman’s butt!

twisted around to look at her own butt

simple sketch of a turtle with a

was scrawled in bold letters, impossible to miss

remains of her dress, she wrapped the

to return to her room for a

bumped into

are you off to in such a hurry?” Howard steadied

an even deeper shade

of booze and need

teasing look. “You don’t remember, do you? What a predicament, you took full advantage of me!”

suspecting the unspeakable had

recollection of this man’s conquest over her

sorry. I’ll take responsibility,” she said, flushed with

you

of playfulness to his voice, fully aware she had