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.

you have to take care of me”

Her voice was

name your clinic. I’ll have Quentin order

said the White’s

true to

with a casual elegance that seemed aloof and noble, belying the

his gaze, and she looked away

she

settled on her waist, his

through Gwendolyn, her body buzzing as if electrified.

His breath was hot as he asked.

her lips, nodding sightly–clear

on a playful tone, “Do you need help getting undressed,

anticipation, that the longer the prelude, the deeper the afterglow. Like a skilled

a matter of moments, a whirlwind of