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

---- Chapter 92: Sweetness After the Storm By the next morning, the rain had stopped, and the temperature had dropped a few degrees. There was something intoxicating about the tenderness that always followed a husband-and-wife fight. Aaron didn't make it out for his usual morning run. It wasn't until his assistant Matt texted him that Aaron reluctantly rolled out of bed. Clara got up with him. Aaron smirked. "It's still early.

Don't you want to sleep a little longer?" Instead, Clara wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against his back, trailing after him into the bathroom, her voice soft and dreamy. "I want to shave you." Aaron chuckled. "What's so fun about that?" Clara insisted, "I've never tried it! Come on, let ---- me." Since it was awkward for him to bend, Aaron slid his hands under her arms, easily lifting her up to perch on the counter. He handed her the razor and shaving cream, then stepped closer with the expression of a man saying, Do whatever you want-I'll play along.

Clara was very pleased with this new angle. She was face-to-face with his sharp, chiseled jawline. Just one night had passed, but his stubble had already grown into a shadowy dark blue hue-pure testosterone. In a word: sexy. She barely resisted the urge to kiss him and instead copied his usual routine, squeezing foam into her hand before spreading it evenly across his jaw. The prickly, tingling sensation under her palm was surprisingly fun. She flicked on the electric razor, tested the buzz of the blades, then raised her hand to start from his chin, carefully working upward.

---- Aaron closed his eyes with a look of bliss. "Not bad." Clara huffed. "I really got the short end of the stick. You threw a tantrum, gave me the cold shoulder, and instead of punishing you, I'm spoiling you!" Aaron laughed. "Can't let my wife suffer. Fine-I'll make it up to you ten times over." Clara grinned. "That's more like it." When she finished, she studied her work closely. His face looked clean and smooth. "Not bad at all. Perfect!" Aaron smirked at her proud expression. "So, are you complimenting your skills, or my face?" Clara tilted her chin, smug.

"Both." She hopped off the counter and headed for the walk-in closet. "Tl pick your outfit today." She opened his wardrobe with great enthusiasm, only to be met with rows of black, white, and gray. Not much ---- room for creativity there. In the end, she chose a black dress shirt. The ties at least offered more variety, so she set about choosing one and trying to knot it for him. Unfortunately, her hands fumbled through several sloppy attempts. In the end, Aaron had to guide her hand-over-hand. After some effort, they managed a passable Windsor knot. Aaron was more than satisfied.

It wasn't often he got this kind of pampering. Clara, however, wasn't impressed. She puffed her cheeks. "Doesn't really suit the image of a serious lawyer, does it?" Her complexion had finally recovered too-thanks to all the supplements she'd been taking, her cheeks glowed with color again. Aaron lowered his head, clearly intending to kiss her. Clara pushed him away. "Go on, get downstairs. Matt's probably losing his mind by now."