And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?! ( Vitality )
Chapter 81

Chapter 81 

The dim light was casting a warm glow over the room. 

Lips entwined with lips in a dance of temptation. Vivien reached out and deftly loosened Bainbridge’s tie, her voice a sultry whisper as she beckoned him closer. 

“Bainbridge, if you want to sleep with me, you’ll have to put a ring on it.” 

With a naughty grin, Bainbridge tugged at her dress, his touch implying more as he caressed her abdomen. “Marry you? Sure, but it’s a package deal.” 

Vivien’s skin flushed with anticipation, her breath quickening. 

“I thought I saw Mr. Peterson on my way up here.” Her voice was affected, a deliberate falsetto, even as her hands continued roaming his body. 

“Valor?” Bainbridge chuckled. “That guy? Can he even get it up?” 

“At least he goes by Valor,” Vivien cooed, her voice dripping with flirtation. 

“Is he as strong as me?” Bainbridge’s words were fierce as he pinned her down onto the bed. 

Vivien’s laughter was a melody, her body trembling like a blossoming flower. 

A night of passion came afterward.. 

Dawn broke. 

Bleary–eyed, Vivien snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around Bainbridge’s waist. “You promised to marry me.” 

“Of course.” 

Bainbridge pinched her cheek affectionately. “Just ensure your old man invests in my business.” 

“Of course!” Vivien pouted playfully. “I’m the only daughter in our family. He listens to me. 

“Hmm.” Bainbridge was content, his goals achieved with pleasurable dividends. 

Vivien traced circles on his chest, curiosity in her voice. “So, who is the founder of Summit Corp? Can he outdo you?” 

Bainbridge smirked. “You should know how capable lam. The founder’s probably just some old guy deep in thought, halfway to the grave. He’ll be at Grandpa’s seventieth birthday party. You can meet him there.” 

Vivien nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll be sure to check him out.” 

“Fine, I’m off to the office. You head home,” Bainbridge said, giving her a playful smack on 

the rear, sending her on her way. 

Vivien slipped into last night’s dress, hailed a cab, and returned to the Sawyer family, her body aching pleasantly from the night before. She was radiant, her smile lingering. 

Bainbridge had been so attentive, and she loved every minute of it. 

But as she entered the Sawyer Mansion, a pungent smell furrowed her brow. 

“This stench is bringing bad vibes to our family! If the old hen can’t lay eggs, stop forcing it!” she exclaimed, her frustration evident. 

Gemma emerged from the kitchen with concern on her face. “Vivien, where were you last night? Your father and I were worried.” 

Vivien tossed her bag onto the couch, pouring herself water. “I spent the night with Bainbridge,” she said casually. 

“Vivien, a lady must have self–respect. Don’t give yourself away before marriage. Men don’t treasure what comes easy,” Gemma advised, her intentions genuine. 

Vivien scoffed, “Gemma, you’re just an old bitch, how dare you lecture me? Take those medicines year in, year out, and still no son. Are you even still fertile?” 

Gemma’s cheeks flamed red, her fists clenching in suppressed anger. 

“Are you upset? Pearls don’t come easy from old clams. It might be better to let those other women bear my father a son,” said Vivien, her words sharp and unkind. 

There was no respect in her eyes. 

“Your father is not that kind of man,” Gemma retorted dryly. 

Vivien looked at her with mockery. “What man doesn’t stray? What’s keeping his heart with you? Your age? Your love for the medicines?” 

“Vivien, I am your stepmother. Can you show me a little respect?” Gemma pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion.  S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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