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

---- crystal clear, but her mood was totally different now. After more than an hour, Aaron started packing up. "Hungry? What do you want to eat?" Clara walked behind him, giving his back a gentle rub. "Been working overtime a lot lately?" Aaron nodded, "Yeah, year-end's crazy." Most people only saw his success but not the grind behind it. Late nights till 10 or 11 were normal. At least Clara, a humble worker bee, got to clock out on time. Feeling a little sorry for him, she asked softly, "What do you want to eat?" With a smooth wrist move, Aaron pulled her onto his lap.

"Maybe some lipstick." Before she could react, he kissed her. When Clara arrived, Aaron had already noticed her juicy pink jelly lipstick-plump, glossy, and insanely tempting-and had been dying to taste it. Twenty minutes later, they left the office. Clara picked a trendy spot near VibeVault Cinemas. Even past | a.m., the place was packed. A server led ---- them to their reserved private room. Just as they stepped in, the door next to theirs swung open. A group of young partygoers spilled out. Clara spotted Linsey. She thought, Wow, what are the odds... though maybe not the best kind of luck.

Linsey wore an off-shoulder mini dress, fiery red lips, legs for days, and heels that screamed sexy. Her neckline was plunging, teasing glimpses of cleavage. She was cuddled up to a laid-back young guy. He looked exhausted, slumping on her shoulder, eyes half-lidded. His hand rested on Linsey's other bare shoulder, inching dangerously close to her chest. Was he her boyfriend? Clara was surprised. The last few times she saw Linsey, she seemed so proper and elegant. Didn't expect this wild side. Clara had no desire to say hi and quickly looked away, heading toward the server's open door.

But then the guy called out. "Yo! Mr. Devereaux! Long time no see!" He pushed through the crowd, draped an arm over Linsey, and swaggered right up to Aaron and Clara. His voice was sharp, grating, and annoyingly fake. ---- Aaron stood his ground, face darkening to his usual cool, distant mode. "Asher? Out for some fresh air?" Asher snorted and laughed-a creepy, humorless chuckle. His cold eyes scanned Clara head to toe with zero shame. Instead of answering, he fired back, "Isn't the big lawyer supposed to avoid women?

Hiding a real beauty, huh?" Clara's heart tightened like a snake was eyeing her. A chill ran down her spine, but she kept her face calm. Her hand, intertwined with Aaron's, squeezed tighter without her meaning to. Aaron's thumb gently rubbed her hand, silently telling her it was okay. Aaron said, "What's so strange? Asher, you're still serving time and already out living it up. That's way weirder." Asher sneered, "Talking to you's a waste of time. Let's bounce! Big lawyer, better watch your girlfriend-she makes people lose their heads!" Aaron's face darkened more.

"Asher, stop worrying about me. Spend your time eating and drinking-the government meals won't be this tasty soon." Asher gave a creepy grin, eyes even more unsettling, then said nothing else. ---- His crew surrounded him and swaggered off. Inside their room, the server brought tea and took their order before leaving. Clara finally asked, "Who was that guy?" Aaron said, "A defendant from a case I handled. Don't pay him any mind." He poured her tea and switched the topic smoothly.