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

---- Chapter 125: Sweet Punishment Kacey was more frustrated than ever. She had planned to bet on number eight with Clara, but now the two of them had different picks. If she went with Clara, she would look weak. If she went with Dana, losing again could cost her months of shopping. In the end, she couldn't bring herself to go against Dana and reluctantly placed her bets on six and eight. The intense race began again. The crowd was electric, shouting and cheering for their horses, hearts pounding with every stride. All eyes were glued to the track.

Dana clenched her fists, tension written across her face. She had already lost twice. One more loss would be utterly humiliating. But fate had other plans. Three laps flew by ina blur, and the results came in. Number two had won. Clara had done it again. Dana's eyes were bloodshot. She shot Clara a ---- venomous glare before turning sharply and storming off. Clara rolled her eyes. Did Dana really think her lost money ended up in Clara's pocket? Why glare like that? Donald calmly turned to her. "Mrs. Devereaux, you have an incredible eye.

Iam impressed." Clara didn't detect any real admiration in his tone, but that was fine. After all, she had just outshone his daughter. Donald bid his goodbyes. "Enjoy the rest of your day. We're heading out." Mr. Cole and Aaron shook his hand. Once Donald left, Mr. Cole gawked. "Mrs. Devereaux, this is insane! Three wins out of three races! I've never seen anyone pull that off!" Clara laughed. "I have no idea how it happened. Pure luck." She glanced at Aaron. "It's getting late. Shall we head home?" Aaron nodded. Mr. Cole waved energetically. "Mr. Devereaux, take your wife out more often.

Next time you come, give me a heads-up. I'll make a little profit off Mrs. Devereaux's good eye!" ---- Back home, Aaron couldn't hide his curiosity. "Was it really just luck?" Clara rolled her eyes. "Maybe a tiny bit of doctor's observation. I was watching the horses and jockeys, their posture, stamina, and condition." Aaron laughed. "You're incredible. When are we going again?" Clara shook her head. "No more. I don't like gambling." Aaron raised an eyebrow. "And yet you were amazing at it?" Clara smirked. "Do students enjoy homework? No. But many still do it perfectly.

How many people dislike work but still excel at it? I'm the same. If I participate, I go all in." Aaron's grin deepened. Clara leaned in, raising a brow. "Big lawyer, be honest. What's up with Dana?" Aaron shook his head. "I don't remember. Maybe I've seen her at some parties." Clara cupped his face, sighed, and murmured, "Ah, my husband is too perfect." Aaron smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist, leaning close. "If you want to keep him all to yourself, ---- there's only one solution: Exhaust him." Clara tilted her head back, trying to escape the shiver running down her earlobe.

"I think we could try some traditional methods too." "What methods?" Aaron asked, sensing danger. Clara's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Like eating lemons, drinking bitter gourd juice for punishment." Aaron gasped. "Wow! Who comes up with these ideas?" "Not impressed?" Clara tugged his tie with a playful grin. "How about dressing in women's clothes for a photo?" Aaron froze. Tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth, he groaned.

"This is basically domestic abuse." "Then," Clara said with a sly glint in her eye, "ten minutes of standing still for you." Her hands moved skillfully, untying his tie, undoing buttons down his shirt, then loosening his belt. Aaron's breathing grew rapid. Muscles tensed. Hands clenched and released repeatedly. Damn. A sweet punishment. Teasing and unbearable all at once. Meanwhile, Derek and his parents arrived at Scarlett's ---- house. They brought bags and packages that filled the floor, startling Scarlett. She grabbed Derek and pulled him aside.

"What is all this?" Derek said simply, "A proposal." Scarlett's eyes widened. "Shouldn't you have talked to me first?" Derek tilted his head. "We did yesterday." Scarlett reached to grab his ear. "You refused to marry me before. What changed overnight? Can't you give me a little time? My mom thought you were some kind of actor yesterday." Derek chuckled. "Gentle, gentle. That hurts." "Do you really want to marry me? No regrets?" Scarlett asked. "Derek, what are you two doing? Come out and talk!" Derek's mom called. They moved to the living room. Derek's mom beamed. "Wow! Scarlett is stunning!

Mr. and Mrs. Campbell, we didn't know about these lovebirds until yesterday. Please forgive any lapses on our part." Scarlett's mom replied, "You are too kind. I liked Derek immediately. He's polite and enthusiastic. But these ---- two kept everything from us! The pregnancy gave us quite a scare." "Exactly. I was shocked when I got the call yesterday. Booked a flight overnight and arrived this morning. Scarlett, this bracelet belonged to Derek's grandmother. I am giving it to you now." Derek's mom held Scarlett's hand. "This key is for the villa Derek's grandfather left him.

Once renovated, it can be your wedding home. And this jewelry is a small gift from me and Derek's dad. Hope you like it." Scarlett and Derek barely had a chance to speak. Their parents had already discussed the registry date, wedding date, ceremony, living arrangements, and child-rearing plans. Scarlett was stunned. Marrying really could be this easy. After a moment, she spoke. "Maybe we can pause for today? Derek and I need more time to decide." Derek's mom nodded warmly. "Yes. We were too hasty. Your thoughts matter most." Scarlett's mom added, "Decide between yourselves first.

Everything else can wait. But register the marriage quickly." Derek's mom continued, "Yes, register first. Scarlett ---- should move in with Derek. No more takeout. It's unhealthy. His household staff can cook." "Yes. That is my concern, too. I wanted to help her myself, but now with Derek taking care of her, lam relieved." Scarlett's mom clapped in agreement. In just one dinner, every detail of their union had been planned clearly and thoroughly.