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, dreading

“That’s good”

eyes searched

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

pressed her lips together, blending the remaining color.

they left the

fidgeting, bending slightly as a sign of respect. “Mr. Chadwick, the documents

their intimate moment upon entering the office and had swiftly retreated. Now he wondered

wasn’t so reckless as to lose control in the office

the file without

curiously at the

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

eyes followed

phone, the continuous calls and video conferences. Had she not been there,

fingers, sneaking glances at him,

stopped in front of their

stepped out, leaving them

laptop, Howard turned to her. “What did you want to discuss?”

hadn’t missed her subtle actions, but his hands were tied. The Capital’s Turner family had meticulous demands,

joked that they must have offended the Turners deeply, either desecrating their ancestral

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