And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 297

“Mr. Chadwick, I’ll be ready in a jiffy.”

Gwendolyn spoke while tidying up her workspace. After organizing her desk, she finally turned and walked out of the office.

She hesitated for a moment before affectionately looping her arm through Howard’s, looking up at him with a shy, sheepish smile.

“Did you have fun today?”

“Yes.”

Gwendolyn nodded emphatically.

“I felt the satisfaction of being a healer today. Claude’s recovery is thanks to everyone’s hard work and the collaboration among colleagues. It’s what allows us to help more patients.”

“Mr. Chadwick, I’m really pleased. I feel like I’m making a difference in the world.”

Her belief in her medical path was stronger than ever.

Howard gazed at her earnestly, her almond eyes shimmering like tranquil pools, her whole being seemed to glow. His heart softened, brimming with an intense, tender possessiveness.

This woman was his.

“To celebrate, I had Marina whip up a feast for you,” he said with a gentle laugh.

Gwendolyn blushed, “That’s too much trouble for Marina.”

“She enjoys it, and likes keeping busy.”

table would be laden with hearty, nourishing fare. He was fine with it, but Gwendolyn could do with some fortification.

was too delicate for

“Alright.”

she got into the car

young couple returned home, all lovey–dovey, where Marina had already set out the meal.

lot of time into preparing these dishes, so don’t let my efforts go to waste.”

didn’t leave after speaking, and she stayed to make sure they finished

Howard ended up polishing off

so full,”

should get some exercise, let’s head up to the room,” Howard said

to the room for exercise? Gwendolyn’s mind uncontrollably drifted to the events of

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paused, “Isn’t it bad to

digested by the time we’re ready.”

with the unspoken implication.

upstairs to the master bedroom. Her lips pursed, hands clenched into fists, and she was nervous. It was

that?

change

her a bag, and when Gwendolyn peeked inside, her

vibrant red

buy

Chadwick, do I have to wear it?” He had torn her little black dress last