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?

in sleep. Every single detail was striking.

It was her!

more charged with emotion than the previous portrait of

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

be the extent

she continued to stare at the drawing, waves of heat coursing through her at the sight.

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

around to look at her own

sketch of a turtle with a flourish

in bold letters, impossible to

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

her room for a shower and a change

into a

are you off to in such a hurry?” Howard steadied her by the shoulders, his

an even deeper shade of

I reek of booze and

don’t remember, do you? What a predicament, you took full advantage of me!”

steeled herself, suspecting the unspeakable had indeed occurred.

she had no recollection of this man’s conquest over

Chadwick, I’m sorry. I’ll take responsibility,” she

you

to his voice, fully aware she had misunderstood yet not