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

---- caught her, steadying her body. Clara grabbed the arm and steadied herself, looking up to see a young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. "Thank you," she said quickly. "Xander!" Dana twisted her fingers, uneasy. She had just lost her temper. Having lost two races in a row and then being snapped at by Clara, her frustration boiled over. Xander Lewis's face went stern. "Where is your manners? Do not you know the rules?" Dana muttered, "We were just playing around. I did not mean it." "Apologize to her now," Xander demanded. Dana's eyes glistened with unshed tears.

She shouted at Clara, "Sorry," and ran off. Clara blinked. How could Dana look even more wronged when Clara was the person who got shoved? Xander's gaze finally fell on the girl he had saved and his breath caught. She was stunning. No wonder Dana was jealous. Her deep blue dress hugged her figure. Her skin was ---- smooth and her features delicate. Diamond studs sparkled on her earlobes. The most striking part was her eyes. They were clear, bright, and mesmerizing. Xander froze, unable to react. Clara smiled again. "Thanks for helping me just now. Goodbye." She turned to leave.

"Wait," Xander said, grabbing her arm. "Can I get your number? Maybe I can take you out sometime." Clara pulled her arm free and raised a brow. "All this over a small favor?" Xander grinned. "Small favors deserve thanks." He pulled out his phone to share his contact info. Clara laughed. She was about to respond when Aaron walked over. "Why are you out so long?" Clara said, "I almost took a spill. This gentleman helped me. I was just thanking him. Let us go back." She turned toward the stands. Aaron gave Xander a sharp look and then wrapped his arm possessively around Clara's waist.

He led her back to the seats. What was with that look? Even married women get hit ---- on? Aaron was not pleased. Xander bit his lip, watching them leave. She has a boyfriend. By the time they returned, the third race was ready. Mr. Cole asked, "Mrs. Devereaux, which horse this round?" Everyone else had not placed bets yet. Dana had composed herself and carefully watched, waiting for Clara to make the first move. Clara glanced casually at the field. "I will take number eight. It is my lucky number." "Hal Mrs. Devereaux, you are full of surprises," Mr. Cole said.

"Alright, I will go with number eight too." Dana chimed in. "Dad, I like six and eight this round." Donald nodded. "Fine. Six and eight it is." Two minutes later, Clara picked up her betting card. "Actually, I will change. Number two looks better. Mr. Cole, want to switch?" Ha. Who wanted to match Dana's picks? "Of course! I am sticking with you this round," Mr. Cole said. Dana drew a sharp breath. Clara was so infuriating!