And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 123

Gwendolyn was in a tizzy, trying to shove Howard away, but he was stubborn, holding her in a tight embrace and planting kisses on her.

“Mr. Chadwick… someone’s coming.”

“I know.”

Only when he had his fill did he let her go, just as the footsteps outside reached the

entryway.

“Whoa! Bad timing, huh?” Valor burst into the room, a large delivery box in his arms, an amused grin plastered on his face as he took in the disheveled pair on the floor.

Gwendolyn was flushed, her clothes askew. Her lips were reddened and swollen, clearly indicating something had happened. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Howard, things getting wild, huh?” Valor made himself comfortable on the couch, getting a glass of water for himself.

With a hint of sympathy, he said, “I get it. Sometimes you need a little excitement to spice things up. The more thrilling, the better. I’d recommend trying the executive office with floor–to–ceiling windows next time. Those are usually one–way glass. You can see out, but nobody can see in. It’s quite the thrill.”

He went on, sounding like a seasoned professional.

Gwendolyn wished she could crawl into a hole, “Mr. Peterson, why are you here?”

She stood up straightened her clothes, and pretended to struggle as she helped Howard

into his wheelchair. Valor didn’t even seem to notice that Howard’s legs were functioning just fine.

Valor guzzled down his water and set the glass aside.

“I came to check on you guys. I saw this package at the door and brought it in.”

He suddenly turned to Howard and asked, “Happy Wife, What is it? A gift for your wife?” .

Gwendolyn felt utterly mortified.

Valor was insatiably curious and wouldn’t rest until he got answers. He turned the delivery box to face them, poking the blue “Happy Wife” logo with a heavy finger. The sender was Nathan.

“Why would Nathan send your wife a gift?”

“Mr. Peterson, just put it aside. It’s not important,” Gwendolyn pleaded, her

embarrassment reaching new heights.

But Valor shook his head, “Nathan is a man of taste. I want to see what he sent

He grabbed a paring knife from the coffee table and sliced through the packing tape. Gwendolyn tried to intervene, but Howard held her hand back.

Opening the box, Valor found it crammed with small boxes of condoms.

There were at least a hundred of them. Each box was emblazoned with explicit promotional slogans.

He quickly closed the box, “Sorry for the intrusion.”

How long would it take to use all these?

Valor wandered his gaze over to Howard’s legs, wondering if Howard planned to blow bubbles with all those little gadgets.

Indeed, when a man’s prowess failed, he might turn to odd hobbies.

“What are you looking at?” Howard asked coolly, his eyes icy.

“Howard, I think we need to accept reality and not be too hard on ourselves. Moderation is key,” Valor said diplomatically.

Impotence was indeed a painful issue.

“These are for you,” Howard said without a trace of embarrassment.

“Really? You have that much expectation of me?” Valor asked, hesitating.

“Yep.”

“Bro, you’re the best!”

And just like that, Valor was duped, clutching the box like a lifeline.

“I’ll take it home after my acupuncture session. When our confidentiality agreement expires, I promise to use them all up quickly.”

Valor was already doing the math in his head. At twenty–five years old, according to the experts‘ recommendation, he should…

“Mr. Peterson, come with me. Let’s have your acupuncture session upstairs.”