And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 284

“Right away, there’s a pot of stew simmering in the kitchen, I called out.

“Alright.”

Howard shrugged off his coat and hung it neatly on the mock, placing the stack of documents on the coffee table. He settled comfortably at the dining table as Gwendolyn, with measured steps, took her seat opposite him

Marina arved with the stew, lifting the lid as she announced, “Oyster stew, hearty and nourishing”

Howard’s expression twisted slightly.

Gwendolyn was no stranger to this sort of tonic cuisine and well understood the intention behind such a stew–it was meant as a fortifying dish.

Especially when she noticed the ingredients meant to invigorate, to strengthen the weak and weary. It was a remedy of sorts.

“Each of you gets a bowl, and I want to see clean bowls, Marina declared while dishing out their hearty shares.

Under Marina’s watchful eye, Gwendolyn and Howard dutifully sipped their stew until the bowls were empty, earning them a satisfied nod from Manna as she left

Gwendolyn stole a glance at Howard, catching his intense gaze

A silent current charged the air between them, ripe with unspoken promise.

Chadwick, I’m quite

“Why don’t you freshen up, change into that

movements barely

lace slip dress and, with mix of nerves and anticipation, retrieved

do to please Mr. Chadwick? How should she react in unexpected situations?

desperation. The call connected

of for my first time?” Gwendolyn asked, her voice

for longer–lasting pleasure,” Sandra rasped. “But you’re married…

first time. Is it his first time? Anyway, just, focus on what

“L. uh!”

dog again, aren’t you?”

I gotta go.”

went dead, leaving Gwendolyn with more questions than answers.

file on the USB titled “Modern Techniques for Timeless Pleasures, hoping to glean some insight. After forcing herself to read for over ten minutes, she gathered her courage, grabbed the slip dress,

rosy glow. Dressed in the nearly transparent slip and bundled in a thick robe, she made her way to the top

to the locks of hair on his forehead, clad in a silk navy blue robe–fresh

eyes lifted at the comers as he saw her, bis gaze serious yet

face your fate?” he