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

was sweet and

have Quentin order a

thinking hard, and finally decided, ‘Let’s call it the White’s Acupuncture Mr. White said the White’s technique is dying out, and I’m the only one left. I want to revive and honor

true to your

distant, his features sketched with a casual elegance that seemed

heart raced under his gaze, and she looked away

she

her waist, his fingers gripping

Gwendolyn, her body buzzing as

breath

licked her lips, nodding sightly–clear

help getting undressed, or are you going to

of anticipation, that the longer the prelude, the deeper the afterglow. Like a skilled hunter, he waited

a matter of moments, a whirlwind of thoughts passed