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?

paper held the sketch of a woman, unclothed and spread out over the carpet, steeped in sleep. Every single detail was striking. from her

It was her!

bolder, more realistic, and more charged with emotion than the

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

be the extent

stare at the drawing, waves of heat

injury, there was a small turtle doodled

to look

it was, a simple sketch of a turtle with a flourish

scrawled in bold letters,

wished she could sink into the floor mortified beyond belief. Unable to don the tattered remains of her dress, she wrapped the blanket around herself

hallway, eager to return to her room for

into a warm embrace.

in such a hurry?” Howard steadied her by the shoulders, his

Gwendolyn’s face turned an even deeper shade of red.

Chadwick, I reek of booze and need to

a knowing, teasing look. “You don’t remember, do you?

herself, suspecting the unspeakable had indeed occurred.

of this

take responsibility,” she said, flushed

you do

of playfulness to his voice, fully aware she had misunderstood yet not comecting