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.

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your clinic. I’ll have Quentin order a sign for it tomorrow, Howard

said the White’s technique is dying

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so distant, his features sketched with a casual elegance

his gaze, and she looked away

she called

on her waist, his

through Gwendolyn, her

breath was hot

lips, nodding sightly–clear signal.

on a playful tone, “Do you need help getting

the value of anticipation, that the longer the prelude, the deeper the afterglow. Like a skilled hunter, he waited for Gwendolyn to fall silently

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