And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 200

Gwendolyn lay in bed, her body ngid with tension, her fiets clenched tightly beneath the sheets

What intimate gesture could have left the scent of Selinas perfume lingering in the air?

A war, moist sensation began to form at the comers of her eyes

But she dared not ask for confirmation.

As she sensed toward rising to leave. Gwendolyn mustered up courage and grabbed his arm

“Mr. Chadwick.” Her soft and sandy voice rang out as she sat up and wrapped her arms firmly around his muscular torso

Howard turned to face her in the darkness, a light chuckle escaping him.

“I thought you were just going to keep faking sleep,” he said, his voice gentle and enticing as his long fingers caressed her smooth skin Gwendolyn boldly stood on the bed, her stance elevated as she reached out and wrapped her arms around Howard’s neck

Their eyes met

In that position, the air was thick with the unspoken promises between them.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips tight, the discomfort in her heart nearly unbearable.

She was tom between the fear of confronting him about Selina and the fierce desire to trust Howard.

The struggle within her was almost maddening.

Suddenly, her eyes, clear and glistening, filled with a reckless determination as she defiantly met Howard’s questioning gaze. “Mr Chadwick, my hand is nearly healed ”

Her statement was direct

The air between them hung heavy for a moment.

Howard’s hands clung onto her slim waist, his eyes getting darker. “Gwendolyn, do you get what you’re saying?”

“I do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

That night, they had come so close to crossing a line

He had said he wouldn’t hold back again once her hand was better.

“Gwendolyn, Im giving you another chance. Think it over, his voice had grown hourse with restraint, his body a testament to his self–control

Comered by her bitterness and insecurity, Gwendolyn shook her head. There was no need for further thought

She kissed him fiercely, pressing her soft body against his. Her innocent yet passionate kiss set the night ablaze.

Howard’s body tensed like a drawn sword. He allowed her to spark the fire and stir up the desire.

Gwendolyn lightly bit at his lip, her eyes shimmering with emotion, her voice tender. “Mr. Chadwick, I want you.” Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

No man could refuse such words. And Howard was no exception in the face of Gwendolyn.

“Just don’t regret it, he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Gwendolyn clutched at his shirt, her breathing quick and shallow.

For once in her life, she wanted to be reckless, to grasp what she desired

“I want to have you.”

She wanted them to be real husband and wife.

Her words acted as a fuse, igniting all the tension between them. Howard turned the tables, his overwhelming presence pinning her down upon the soft bed.

Gwendolyn’s bedroom, with its delicate and elegant fragrance, mixed with his aloof scent. The overly sweet smell that belonged to Selina quietly dissipated as if it had never been there.

Their lips and tongues entwined, battling for dominance.

The zipper of Gwendolyn’s dress was pulled down, leaving it crumpled and hanging off her body. He kissed down her perfect neck, his long fingers tracing her skin.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she struggled to keep up.

She was nervous, her lips trembling

10:45

‘Gwendolyn… His voice held a note of desire, creating an intoxicating aura, his fingers lightly tracing circles on her belly “You know, might end up making a baby here”

Gwendolyn lay sprawled on the bed, her hat fanned out, her eyes wide and questioning as she looked up at him, clearly puzzled

“Condoms arent foolproof, you know he whispered almost inaudibly. His body tensed with desim yet teetering on the edge of reason, and he called for a pause

He wanted their first time to be more than just a hurried disappointment.

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Gwendolyn’s eyelashes fluttered, a mix of relief and an inexplicable sense of loss washing over her,

Could his hesitation be because Selina was back?

Suddenly, he took her left hand in his, his voice low and suggestive. “It’s healed, hasn’t it?”

“What?” Gwendolyn looked at him, puzzled.

“Then it’ll be of good use tonight,” he said with a stoic face, his words laced with an embarrassing promise.

It took a moment for the meaning to sink in, and heat flared across her skin.

She didn’t protest, allowing him to handjob with her hand

Turning her head away, she closed her eyes, refusing to meet his intense gaze or to see the sensuality of his expression. His muffled groans were clearer than ever, enveloping her.

The night wore on.

She lay stiff and flushed in the bed while Howard was satisfied, his voice husky with satisfaction, “Tll be late at the Lopez’s baby’s christening tomorrow. I’ve told Cliff to take you there first.”

Is it because of Jarvis’s fraud trial?” Gwendolyn inquired.

“Yeah, I can’t miss it.”

Gwendolyn understood that a man of his stature didn’t need to attend a child’s christening. It was already considerate of him to appear. “It’s alright, Mr. Chadwick. I can take care of myself. You handle your business.”

Almost every day. Eve would call her, chatting about family matters and reminding her of the christening.

Unable to decline such hospitality, Gwendolyn accepted the invitation.

“Gwen,” he said, gently ruffling her soft hair and kissing her cheek, ‘Ill come over as soon as the trial is done.”

The trial would end by six at the latest, and Lopez’s christening would start at the same time. The drive would take over half an hour, and

he worried she might not feel comfortable amidst the high society’s glitter or might get mistreated.

His words brightened her eyes, filling her heart with sweet anticipation.

The previous day’s frustrations and doubts seemed to wash away.

“Okay.” She snuggled into his embrace, responding with a tender voice.

The next day, the weekend came.

When Gwendolyn woke up, she found his side of the bed was already empty.

Descending for breakfast, she was surprised to find Enoch, the elderly gentleman with a beard as white as his hair, at home. He waved her over. “Come here. Let me look at your hands again.”

Gwendolyn sat down as told, extending her hands for examination. She flinched a little as he touched her left hand but then relaxed.

Enoch carefully inspected each finger and said in a deep voice, “The mobility in both hands has improved well, though your night could need a couple more days of rest. But this left hand…”

He assumed the hospital must have been too busy and advised, “Don’t overexert yourself.”

The word “overexert” made Gwendolyn’s cheeks go red, memories from last night making her wish for a hole to crawl into.

“Gwen, I will leave Bayridge City today.” Enoch announced.

She knew he would leave eventually but didn’t expect it to be so sudden. Reluctantly, she said, “Can’t you stay a bit longer? I could drive you back.”

Enoch waved dismissively. “Someone will take me back to Crescent Village. You and your partner should enjoy your

His tone was firm, leaving Gwendolyn feeling a tinge of sorrow

no together.”

time

of you turn them down.”

He continued, “There’s something I must warn you about. No matter what the Lopez family asks of you,

Gwendolyn frowned. “Why?”

Was there some bad blood between Enoch and the Lopez family?