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

voice was sweet and earnest

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

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

roots, stay true to your

his features sketched with a casual elegance that seemed aloof and

gaze, and she looked away

Chadwick?” she called

on her waist, his fingers

ran through Gwendolyn, her body

His breath was

her lips,

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

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

a whirlwind