And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

“Yes.”

“Are you serious? She repeated with joy.

A kind smile warmed Howard’s usually inscrutable face: “Dr. Quigley, your wish to the genie’s lamp has been granted.”

It was the first time in his life he indulged in such playful antics with a young woman.

Gwendolyn looked up, her eyes sparkling, filled with his image. Her childhood prayers to the genie’s lamp, made during times of desperation and poverty, had been answered at her most uncertain moment. “Mr. Chadwick, this must have cost a fortune?”

She had looked into the expenses of starting a clinic before–the cost of renovations and rent alone were astronomical, far beyond what she could afford.

“It’s worth it to fulfill your dream,” he said.

Gwendolyn caressed the documents with care, then looked up at him, her heart swelling with warmth and excitement.

“Mr. Chadwick, once I start eaming, I’ll pay you back! She was too grateful to refuse his generosity and too eager to realize her ambition.

money, you have to take

voice was sweet and earnest

name your clinic. I’ll have Quentin order a sign

said the White’s technique is dying out, and I’m the only one left. I want to revive and honor

true to your calling.

sketched with a casual elegance that seemed aloof and noble, belying the fiery passion in his eyes.

his gaze,

she called

on her

through Gwendolyn, her body buzzing as if electrified.

drawing?” His breath was hot as he

lips, nodding

on a playful tone, “Do you need help getting undressed, or are you going to do

his caliber knew the value of anticipation, that the longer the prelude, the deeper the afterglow. Like a skilled hunter, he waited for Gwendolyn

whirlwind of thoughts