And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 187

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Chapter 187 The club's atmosphere was dimly lit, with strategic lighting enhancing the mood.

Gwendolyn followed close on the heels of Howard, careful not to fall a step behind Finally, the waiter stopped in front of an omately carved wooden door. "Mr. Chadwick, right this way" "Alright." With a knock, the waiter swung open the room door.

Laughter and music burst forth, assaulting Gwendolyn's ears.

"Look who's here, Mr. Chadwick!" "It's not just Mr. Chadwick, it's the President of Summit Corp now!" "Nathan, you sly dog, keeping Howard's secrets from us!" Gwendolyn peered inside to see a group of seven or eight young men, but the one who stood out was the handsman seated next to Nathan, Dressed in a navy-blue shirt with meticulous attention to detail, he appeared more refined than the rest, sporting amethyst cufflinks on his wrists.

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His features were chiseled, and his piercing eyes seemed to cut through the room.

He stood up and walked to the door, clapping Howard on the shoulder, "Didn't expect you to seriously bounce back. We're so happy for you." His gaze then shifted to Gwendolyn, sizing her up with an intensity that made her slightly uncomfortable.

"This must be your wife, huh? His voice carried a teasing undertone Ryan, the man with a persistently amused expression, couldn't take his eyes off Gwendolyn.

Nathan quickly stepped forward, saying. "Ryan, don't block the door! Howard, Gwendolyn, con in and take a seat." He pointed to a loveseat in the center, "Reserved this spot just for you two, the couple's couch." "Thanks." Howard was cool and detached.

"Nathan! It's not a couple's seat, it's a married couple's seat!” teased the young men sitting on the couch, erupting in laughter.

Gwendolyn and Howard sat down together her left hand lightly held by his, bringing her a sense of calm, Apart from her, there were no other women in the room.

The men occasionally glanced her way with friendly curiosity.

"Can Gwendolyn sing?" "Hey, can you check my pulse? I've been feeling weak lately, been steeping two cups of coffee every day." They were all eager, extending hands for Gwendolyn to feel their pulse.

Except for Ryan, who sat to the side, nursing his drink.

Gwendolyn was a bit overwhelmed.

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Howard said flatly, "If you want your pulse taken, go register at a hospital. She's off the clock. Don't encroach on her rest time." "Ooh, protective already!" "Aren't they sweet?" "Howard, you always seem so aloof, but even you have your moments. Who would've thought!" They ribbed him playfully.

Gwendolyn smiled shyly, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at Howard,

"Howard, you're at the club today.

m You've got to have a drink, or we won't let you leave!" Someone started the proposal, and it quickly gained consensus.

"Right! You have to drink!" "Gwendolyn has to drink too!"

Nathan intervened diplomatically, "Guys! That's not cool. Gwendolyn is still healing, and Howard has just gotten over a major sickness, They can't drink!"

"Nathan, I knew you'd take their side! It's a happy occasion. One little drink e won't hurt. "How about a unity drink instead! We missed your wedding, so let's make up for it now!" "Unity drink!" Someone even called the service desk to bring in a pair of champagne flutes, looking quite festive.

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