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

---- Chapter 70: Giant Backpack Mode: Activated Aaron got home on the early side-just before ten. Clara had just stepped into the kitchen, planning to whip up something to eat. Aaron followed her in, puzzled. "Why are you cooking this late?" Clara glanced over while checking the pantry. "I drank a little too much last night, slept most of the day... and now I'm starving." Aaron reached out and gently touched her forehead. "Does your head hurt?" Clara took the opportunity to snuggle into his chest, playing it up a little. "A bit.

Will you make me some pasta?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, looking down at her mischievous gaze. "You're just shamelessly dodging kitchen duty, huh?" ---- Clara gave him a mock glare. "So what? You got a problem with that?" Aaron kissed the corner of her pouting lips and chuckled. "Nope. No problem at all." Clara giggled. "Make extra. You're eating with me.' She was just about to let go of him when she caught a faint whiff of perfume. "Your suit smells really nice. Were there a lot of gorgeous women at the banquet tonight?" Aaron flinched. Was her nose a bloodhound or what?

Still, he played it cool. "Nah. Just other lawyers. Maybe one of the servers brushed against me." As he spoke, he took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and filled a pot with water. Then he opened the fridge and pulled out the pasta. Clara didn't leave. Instead, she hugged him from. behind and followed his every step like some oversized human backpack. ---- She watched him wash the veggies, wait for the water to boil, toss in the pasta, and add a pinch of salt... His movements were clearly unpolished, but he was putting in the effort-and that counted for a lot.

After ten or so minutes, the pasta was done. He divided it into two bowls and finally pulled the "giant backpack" around to face him. "Mrs. Devereaux, care to try and see if it passes inspection?" Clara's eyes lit up. "More than satisfied!" Aaron raised an amused brow. "You haven't even tasted it yet." Clara grinned. "Doesn't matter. The hot-guy-cooking tactic worked like a charm-my taste buds have been completely overridden." Aaron laughed. "Then I better help you test whether you can still tell flavors." ---- He wrapped his arms around her, leaned down, and kissed her deeply.

He'd been dying to do this all night. Her lips were soft and sweet, and the taste of her sent sparks straight to his brain. His tongue chased hers, his hands trailing down her back, pulling her close... His breath grew ragged. By the time they actually sat down to eat the pasta, it was already one big mushy mess. Scarlett, on the other hand, was not having nearly as much fun. She'd had to attend a luxury brand store opening that afternoon and didn't get home until after seven. Finally, she could crash and get some real sleep. But even that didn't last.

Hunger soon dragged her out of bed-she hadn't eaten anything decent all day. Still half-asleep, she fumbled around for her phone to check the time. Instead of her phone, her hand brushed against ---- something warm-and she freaked out! She shot up and flipped on the light. "What the hell?! Derek?! How did you get in here?!" Derek, looking drowsy and disheveled, mumbled, "You never changed your door code. I just walked in." He hadn't slept much the night before, tossing and turning with insomnia. He'd dozed off on and off during the day, and by night, he just wanted to be close to her.

Scarlett stared, stunned. Derek always had this uncanny ability-to make it feel like their fight had never happened. Like they'd just picked up where they left off. She thought back on the last few days. That weird cold war between them? Somehow it had just... faded. If it hurt this much to be apart, then maybe it was better to just stay like this for now. Seeing her zoning out, Derek reached out and pulled her back into bed. "Sleep a little longer.