And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 278

Gwendolyn whispered, “What if I don’t go?”

“You can try,” he replied, his threat laced with a seductive edge as he turned and strode away.

Gwendolyn took several deep breaths to steady herself. His retreating figure loorned large in her mind, accompanied by the dirty words Sandra had shared with her.

At 8 a.m., Gwendolyn returned to work, her leave officially over.

The office was abuzz with rumors of her resignation, and colleagues sought confirmation. Gwendolyn was noncommittal, merely stating she was considering her options.

Her eyes sharp, Gwendolyn spotted Sandra yawning her way through the crowd, just making it on time for work, and called out to her “Sandra, I brought you breakfast. Marina’s homemade muffins–last time you said you loved them.” Gwendolyn handed over the glass

thermos

Sandra yawned again, her eyes brimming with tears, dark circles under them.

Out of curiosity, Gwendolyn asked, “What were you up to last night?”

“Don’t even start. I had a ‘dog‘ on my tail all night.”

Sandra had thought she’d met a charming, well–mannered hunk. But once he crossed her threshold, he turned into a wild beast.

ended up staring at the ceiling, just spinning

wee hours, she tried to crawl

by

the crack of dawn that she

but admittedly thrilled. She had a taste now, and hungered for

“When did you

keeping a dog?” Gwendolyn

rubbing her sore back and tuming to Gwendolyn. “How about you? Did he

“Nope.”

he carried you off. I saw him smack your bottom, thought you be bedridden today. Is he all show and no go?”

nudged Gwendolyn’s

he

he struggled with himself. If he didn’t take advantage, it’s because he respects

Sandra nodded knowingly

felt a surge of

Selina, then he hadn’t. She remembered the last time Eve and Selina came to the cottage, with Selina sneaking down from upstairs. Those paintings must have been put

in and then had Candy take them away in front of

one feeling as disgusted as

first.” Gwendolyn handed the muffins to Sandra

finding her grandmother. A patient from the next bed informed her, “A wealthy–looking couple came this morning and moved your grandma to a private room. They must be relatives