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

It was her!

more charged with emotion than the previous portrait of Selina.

tell that this was not the work of the

be the extent

her lip as she continued to stare at the drawing, waves of

add insult to injury, there was a small turtle

look at her

was, a simple sketch of a turtle with a flourish

scrawled in bold letters, impossible to miss

the floor mortified beyond belief. Unable to don the tattered remains of her dress,

her room for a

into

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

turned an even deeper shade of

special. Mr. Chadwick, I reek of

remember, do you?

suspecting the unspeakable

recollection of this

I’ll take responsibility,” she

you do

that?” Howard asked, an edge of playfulness to his voice, fully aware she had misunderstood yet not comecting her.