Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 64: Aaron? What a Coincidence! The general manager of Serenique personally led them toward a private dining suite. "Aaron? What a coincidence!" A woman's delighted voice rang out from the waiting area. It was the first time Clara had heard someone call Aaron by his first name-especially a woman-and that alone piqued her curiosity. She turned around and spotted the source: a sleek, stylish woman in a fitted business suit, all curves and confidence. Late twenties, maybe early thirties, with bold features and flawless makeup-definitely the kind of woman who thrived in a boardroom.

Aaron's expression didn't change. He returned to his usual cool, detached self. "Long time no see," he said flatly. Ariella Sinclair, on the other hand, looked thrilled as she approached them. "I can't believe ---- it! Running into you here? It's been ages! How have you been?" The general manager quickly stepped in, trying to be helpful. "Oh, she's a friend of yours? Let's prepare a private room for them right away." Aaron didn't object, so the assistant guided Ariella and her companion to another private room. He nodded slightly and turned to Clara. "Let's eat.

Then he led Clara down the hallway. Once inside their private suite, the general manager brewed their tea and suggested a few dishes based on Aaron's usual preferences. Aaron deferred to Clara. "You choose." One of Serenique's biggest draws was their "chef's special of the day"-a limited-edition dish made with handpicked ingredients. You couldn't reserve it. You either got lucky or missed out. ---- Today's special? Soup-filled fish. It was an intricate dish: first, the chef descaled the fish, then inserted two chopsticks through the gills to extract the organs-without tearing the flesh.

Then came the delicate task of deboning the entire fish. It demanded absolute precision and craftsmanship. And the ingredients? Only the finest-shark fin, sea cucumber, abalone, dried scallops. No expense spared. Clara's eyes sparkled. "We really hit the jackpot tonight!" Aaron chuckled. "Like it? I'll have the chef make it again for you tomorrow." Clara waved him off. "No way, that sounds like way too much work. Gourmet food should be savored-not repeated!" Once the general manager stepped out, Clara leaned in and asked, "So...

who was that just now?" Aaron lifted his teacup and answered lazily, "An ---- old colleague." "Really?" Clara looked skeptical. "She seemed a little too excited to see you. I thought she might be an ex." Aaron froze for half a beat. He had to hand it to her-women's intuition was terrifyingly accurate. But his face remained unreadable. "We worked at the same law firm, that's all." That had been years ago. The relationship-if you could even call it that-was brief and mostly professional. Back then, he'd just started practicing law and had little time or energy for dating.

Most of their interactions were case-related. When Aaron left the firm, they lost touch. He had honestly forgotten most of it. When she'd called his name earlier, it had taken hima second to even remember who she was. He didn't want Clara overthinking it, so he kept things vague. ---- Clara didn't press. She got distracted by the room's decor and wandered over to the window. The view was stunning-just past the glass, the river shimmered in the evening light. Cruise boats drifted by, lit up like floating lanterns. The skyline glittered along both banks.

It was the kind of scene that made you pause. Aaron took advantage of her distraction and quietly texted the general manager: "No interruptions." Better safe than sorry-he didn't want Ariella suddenly crashing their dinner for a nostalgic catch-up. And honestly? His instincts were spot on. Back in her private suite, Ariella was already basking in the attention of her colleagues. "Well well, Ariella! You actually know Aaron Devereaux? The Aaron Devereaux?" one of them teased. Ariella still worked in admin at their old law firm. She was temporarily assigned to the