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.

make money, you have to take care of me”

was sweet and earnest

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

White’s Acupuncture Mr. White said the White’s technique is dying out, and I’m

roots, stay true to

he watched her. He was always so distant, his features sketched with a casual elegance that seemed aloof and noble, belying the fiery passion in

heart raced under his gaze, and

she

hand settled on her waist, his fingers gripping firmly

through Gwendolyn, her body buzzing

breath was hot as

lips, nodding sightly–clear

help getting undressed, or are you going to

the deeper the afterglow. Like a skilled hunter, he waited for Gwendolyn to

matter of moments, a whirlwind