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

---- Next to the observation room was the ICU. At that moment, in the closest patient room, Asher lounged against the window, bored out of his mind, playing games on his phone with Linsey. Even though he was faking being sick, his dad had told him not to wander around too much. These last few days were driving him nuts. He caught the sound of footsteps in the hallway and glanced up-right into Clara standing outside the glass window. No fancy outfit this time-just a simple white lab coat.

He'd seen plenty of women in white coats lately, but Clara had something different-a certain vibe he couldn't put his finger on. She leaned slightly forward, curves accentuated. Her calves showed below the coat-smooth and fair-and a gold anklet shimmered around her ankle, totally tempting. Her hair was piled high, revealing her long, elegant neck-a sight that was almost downright seductive. Asher's eyes darkened, and he licked his dry lips, feeling a sudden jolt of excitement. She was Aaron's woman-and damn if he didn't want a taste.

---- Linsey noticed Asher zoning out and followed his gaze to Clara. "That woman just won't quit, huh?" Asher shook off his trance. "Aaron's wife works here?" Linsey nodded. "Nope, she's at the hospital by the river. I checked." Asher's eyes went icy as he schemed. "Then she probably doesn't know this hospital well, right?" Bored stiff from being stuck in the ward, he'd already mapped out the entire floor-knowing exactly where the cameras didn't watch, perfect for sneaking snacks. Linsey warned, "Maybe-but what are you planning?

Don't get stupid." She didn't like Clara, but wasn't about to risk breaking the law over it. Asher smirked darkly. "What can I do? Just want to scare her a bit. Her husband ruined me-some debts have to be paid back, wife-style!" As long as it was legal, Linsey was game to help teach Clara a lesson. So the two started whispering plans. After Clara finished handing off the patient to the nurse, she spotted the family arriving for a visit. Sebastian was among them. Clara blinked in surprise. "Mr. Storm? What are you doing here?" ---- Sebastian smiled. "This is my nephew.

I came to check on him after surgery. Do you work here?" Clara shook her head. "No, I'm just helping out. I was about to head home." Sebastian asked, "Have you eaten? Want to grab a bite together?" Seeing her face, so much like Sue's, made him feel connected. He wanted to talk more about her. Clara glanced at the time. Aaron wouldn't be home till ten. "Sure.

I'll grab my things and meet you in twenty minutes." She went to the locker room, swapped out of her lab coat, put on her jacket, packed up, and as she stepped into the hallway, she spotted Linsey leaning casually against the fire escape door, smiling. "Mrs. Devereaux, fancy running into you again!" Clara didn't trust Linsey's angle and kept walking, giving a quick "Hi" without stopping. Linsey called after her, "Why so rushed? I wanted to show you that video from the orphanage shoot last time!" Clara stopped and faced her. "What video?" Linsey pulled up the video on her phone.

Clara leaned ---- in to watch-and right then, the fire escape door swung open. A hand shot out, grabbing her and yanking her inside. Darkness swallowed her. Her eyes hadn't adjusted when something icy and sharp pressed against her neck, stinging her skin. She felt liquid trickle down. A knife! Instinctively, Clara reached to grab it. "Don't move, Mrs. Devereaux!" a low, chilling voice growled. It sounded familiar. Clara's heart pounded as she recognized the man-Asher, the guy she'd run into before! She tried to stay calm, but her body trembled. This was her first time in real danger.

Who would've guessed that just a door away was the inpatient ward? People weren't flooding the halls, but footsteps passed occasionally. Clara could hear them but dared not scream. The knife pressed harder against her chin, sharp pain shooting through her skin. It felt like a tiny twitch could send it plunging through her throat. She was forced to lift her head. "What do you want?"