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

---- Chapter 74: This Christmas Eve Felt Like a Roller Coaster Ride "You're way out of my league, Mr. Hotshot Lawyer!" Clara snapped, throwing off the covers and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Aaron grabbed her waist before she could get away. "Where do you think you're going?" Clara shot back, "If you're not sleeping downstairs, then I'm taking the guest room. I need space to cool off." Like hell he was letting her leave. "I admit I was wrong to lie to you," Aaron said, tightening his grip. "But for you to just toss aside my feelings like they don't matter? That's a low blow.

Didn't you feel anything? What 'impulsive lust' are you talking about? Is that really how you see me?" Clara didn't want to hear another word. She ---- struggled to break free, but he held fast. Furious, she reached behind, trying to pry his fingers off her waist. When that failed, she spun around, threw herself against his shoulder-and bit him. Hard. A sharp sting shot through his neck, but instead of anger, Aaron felt... relief. Better to be angry than ignored. At least she was still here. Still real. Still reachable. He didn't budge, arms locked firmly around her.

After about ten seconds, Clara wore herself out. She let go of his shoulder and froze-not fighting anymore, but silent too. Aaron tried to tilt his head down, hoping to catch her face, but she kept it lowered. All he saw was the wild swirl of her messy hair. "I messed up," he said softly. "I thought shielding you from those ugly truths was protecting you. That's what a man should do-take the hits, keep the home happy. I wanted to be that kind of man.

But in doing so, I ignored how you felt." ---- He ran his hand gently through her hair and kept going, "You're right, I've lived longer than you. But this is my first marriage too. First time being a dad, a husband. I'm learning, just like you. Life's long... aren't you going to give me one chance to screw up? Is that really fair?" His voice cracked with real pain. "Marriage's like a shirt-when it tears, you patch it up. But you? You get mad and want to toss the whole thing. Am I really that worthless to you?" Clara had calmed down now.

Her fingers toyed with the buttons on his pajama top, her mind replaying the night-the rage over the photos, the heartbreak, all they'd shared over the past six months. Maybe she'd gone a little too far. Aaron's voice softened. "Why so quiet? Tell me what else I did wrong. I'll fix it." Clara sighed, half the fire gone from her voice. "What do you want me to say? I'm no match for a lawyer in a debate." ---- Aaron felt a weight lift off his chest. Her tone was back to normal. "But I think you're way sharper than me," he teased. Then, with a mock hurt look, he tugged down his collar.

There it was-right where his shoulder met his neck-a perfect bite mark, red and angry, with tiny beads of blood rising. Clara winced. She hadn't meant to bite that hard. "You should put something on that," she muttered. Aaron grinned. His guilt-trip was working. He pulled her closer. "Nah. Let it sting. That way, I won't forget this lesson." He felt her finally relax in his arms-no more tension, no more struggle. His heart nearly burst with relief. Tonight had been a roller coaster-twists, drops, heart-stopping moments. But thank God, they were finally safe on solid ground.

They held each other in silence-no fights, just quiet breathing, soaking up the calm after the ---- storm. It had only been an hour, but to Aaron, it felt like his insides had been tied in knots the whole time. His heart still pounded like it wanted to jump out. Five, maybe six minutes passed. Then Clara stirred and started to sit up. Aaron panicked. "What now?" She yawned. "I want some water." Aaron jumped up. "Don't move! I'll get you some honey water.

It'll soothe your throat for tomorrow." Forget water-if Clara asked for the moon right now, Aaron would probably start figuring out rocket trajectories. He dashed to the kitchen, made the honey water, and returned-only to find the bed empty. A quick search later, he found her standing in front of the bathroom mirror.