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

---- Matt was already standing by the car. When Clara stepped out, he opened the door for her immediately. "Hi, Mrs. Devereaux." Clara smiled at him. "Matt, thank you for all your hard work these past few days." Matt waved her off. "It's all part of the job, ma'am." Once inside the car, Aaron freed one hand from his paperwork and laced his fingers with hers. "What's the sudden trip to Silverton for?" A sweet, teasing smile curved Clara's lips.

"I missed you." Matt quickly raised the partition between the front and back seats, a professional secretary knowing exactly what should and shouldn't be overheard. Aaron couldn't help himself. He leaned down and nipped her lips. Clara pushed him gently, giving him a soft, coquettish glare. "Be careful, okay?" ---- She had seen the news and worried about him, which was why she came. "How's everything on your end?" "Managing. Not the worst-case scenario," Aaron replied, unwilling to burden her with the grim details. "How long are you staying? What about Leo?" "T'll be back tomorrow.

Leo's with his grandfather," Clara said. "Tomorrow? That soon?" Aaron asked. "I can't really help here, and I don't want to distract you from work," she explained. Aaron bent slightly, nibbling her earlobe. "You've helped a lot already. You helped me relieve my stress." Clara's ears flushed a deep red, and she tilted her head. "If you keep this up, I'll be heading back now." Aaron's grin widened. "We've been married a long time, and you're still shy like this?" ---- Clara rolled her eyes.

"Being shameless doesn't have anything to do with how long we've been married." She turned to look out the window, ignoring him. By the time they arrived at the hospital, Tristan was awake, eating oatmeal. "Aaron, Clara, I want meat!" Tristan groaned. His face was pale, his jaw sharper than usual. He had been through a truly harrowing ordeal. Olivia was there too, questioning him about Harry and the accident. Clara smiled. "Once you're discharged, you can eat anything you want. Did the doctor say when you could go home?" "Two more days of observation. This was really bad," Tristan admitted.

"All the workers thought you wouldn't make it!" Olivia said. She had been handling compensation matters and had spoken with ---- many of them. Tristan exhaled shakily. "I thought I was done for too. The entire second floor shook, I could barely stand. Walls started crumbling and hit some workers. Some tried to get down the stairs, and the staircase collapsed like a stack of blocks. I saw a pile of sand on the first floor. I don't know what I was thinking, but I jumped." "That was smart. The sand cushioned my fall. Just a bit of numbness in my feet, no serious injuries.

But the sand kept flowing like water, and I fell into a hole," he continued. "And then?" everyone leaned forward, captivated. "I didn't know where I landed. I was dazed. When I came to, my head, face, mouth, everything was covered in sand. My phone had power but no signal. I couldn't call emergency services. I turned on the flashlight and realized I was in a huge underground storage room. Empty, except for piles of radishes and potatoes." ---- "I was terrified! No water, no food. Later, the phone died.

I stayed in total darkness and silence, starving and thirsty, sleeping when I could, gnawing on radishes." "After a while, my breathing became labored. The air thinned. I thought I was done for. And then I heard voices. That's how I got saved." Clara gasped. "You really were lucky." "It is a miracle," Olivia said, giving hima thumbs-up. Tristan patted his chest. "I thought I was a goner. J owe it to Aaron for never giving up on me." Aaron smirked. "Don't thank me. Rest up. We have a ton of work to handle."