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?

a woman, unclothed and spread out over the carpet, steeped in sleep. Every single detail

It was her!

realistic, and more charged with

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

this be the extent of Mr.

stare at the drawing, waves of heat

to injury, there was a small turtle doodled

look at her

it was, a simple sketch of a turtle with a flourish of a signature beside it.

bold

could sink into the floor mortified beyond belief. Unable to don the tattered remains of

to return to her room for a shower and a

into a

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

Gwendolyn’s face turned an even deeper shade of

I reek of booze and need

gave her a knowing, teasing look. “You don’t remember, do you? What a predicament, you took full advantage of

herself, suspecting the

recollection of this man’s conquest over

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

you

do that?” Howard asked, an edge of playfulness to his voice, fully aware she had misunderstood yet