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

up, change into that dress,

nodded, her movements barely perceptible.

to her room, locking the door behind her with shaky fingers. She pulled out a black lace slip dress and, with mix of nerves and anticipation, retrieved a USB

could she do to please Mr. Chadwick? How should

flushed, she dialed Sandra in desperation. The

first

rasped. “But you’re married… so it’s fine.”

men are usually… quick the first time. Is it his first time? Anyway,

“L. uh!”

being bothered by your dog again, aren’t you?” Gwendolyn

gotta

went dead, leaving Gwendolyn

overwhelmed, she clicked open the file on the USB titled “Modern Techniques for Timeless Pleasures, hoping to glean some insight. After forcing

her skin scrubbed to a rosy glow. Dressed in the nearly transparent slip and bundled

pushed open the door to find Howard already there, a few droplets of water clinging to the locks of hair on his forehead, clad in a silk

the comers as he saw her, bis gaze serious

face your