And The Daddy Is... The Infertile Guy?! novel Chapter 3

The air was tense and icy.

Gwendolyn clutched her rapidly beating heart and shifted uneasily before asking tentatively, "Are you awake?"-

Howard lay with his eyes open but was otherwise motionless and silent.

Gwendolyn tentatively reached out to cover his eyes with her hand, feeling a slight tickle in her palm.

Slowly, Howard closed his eyes.

She sat on the edge of the bed, breaking out in a cold sweat. With a guilty conscience, she meticulously cleaned the lipstick marks on Howard's face and then covered him up with the duvet as if hiding evidence.

Still, he didn't wake.

This reassured Gwendolyn that it must just be an involuntary reaction of a comatose patient.

The sound she thought she'd heard must have been her imagination.

Sitting bored by his side, she eventually dozed off as the night deepened.

In the middle of the night, she shivered into a ball, her dreams taking her back to a similarly frigid night years ago. Turning in her sleep, she instinctively embraced the warm body beside her, missing the moment when Howard opened his eyes once again.

Dawn broke with a clamor.

Gwendolyn was roused by the noise, her eyes heavy with sleep.

Marina stood by the bed with a washbasin, commanding, "Mrs. Chadwick, could you please freshen up Mr. Howard?"

"Me? Freshen him up?"

"Of course."

"Who did it before?" Howard had been in a coma for a month.

"Usually a nurse, but no outsider can compare to his wife," Marina stated firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Dressed in a vibrant wedding gown, Gwendolyn pursed her lips in resignation and took the towel from Marina. She wrung it out and began gently cleaning Howard's handsome face.

His eyes remained tightly shut, his lashes motionless. Last night had indeed been an illusion.