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.

when you make money, you have to

was sweet and earnest

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

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 the

true to

so distant, his features sketched with a casual elegance that seemed aloof and noble, belying the

heart raced under his gaze, and she

she called softly.

large hand settled on her

ran through Gwendolyn, her

start drawing?” His breath was hot as he

licked her lips, nodding sightly–clear signal.

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

the deeper the afterglow. Like a skilled hunter, he waited

a whirlwind of thoughts passed through