And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 283

He wanted to he let her guard down, to give him all of her.

Howard harbored that all–too–human male haw–s possessive streak that craved her undivided attention.

Gwendolyn, after years of reserved behavior was not adept at voicing her affections. She’d tirelessly work behind the scenes for him, yet found it challenging to utter the words “I love you”

No matter how hard Howard tried, he couldn’t pry those words from her lips.

In what seemed like punishment, he bit her lip with a ferocity that belled his usual warmth.

His eyes, typically stem and shadowed, now brimmed with softness. Tve been in meetings all day he confessed, “thinking of you the

entire time

A light flickered in Gwendolyn’s pretty eyes as the comers of her lips curved ever so sligh

Perched on the edge of her desk, her legs dangling, a wave of tendemess shone from her gaze.

“There’s something. I need to tell you” she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty, fearing his judgment.

“What is it?

“Mr. Chadwick, I’ve resigned from the hospital. Her pride compelled her to add, “I have some savings. I won’t be loafing around the

house.”

felt infenor,

“That’s good”

searched his for

her, gently wiping away the smeared lipstick from her mouth. “I ruined your

Gwendolyn pressed her lips together, blending the remaining color.

they left the office.

stood fidgeting, bending slightly as a sign of respect.

entering the office and had swiftly retreated. Now he wondered if his next errand might involve picking

so reckless as to

file without

peered curiously at the

home. The journey was silent, save for his focus on a laptop, confirming business matters, while Gwendolyn remained

eyes followed him

video conferences. Had she not been there,

with her fingers, sneaking glances at him, lost in thought,

in front of their

had already stepped out, leaving them

his laptop, Howard turned to her. “What

subtle actions, but his hands were tied. The Capital’s

they must have offended the Turners deeply, either desecrating their ancestral grave or eloping with their

Gwendolyn’s throat, and her head moved in a denial. Those humiliating ruminations were