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

---- Deborah directly, and Aaron had never formally spoken to her. "I'll just go check Aaron's room." "Of course! I'll have someone show you the way," Deborah said with a cheerful smile. "Make yourself at home." Clara couldn't help but smile at the phrasing. Technically, this was Aaron's home. Luckily, she didn't have to live here day and night. Every word seemed loaded with double meanings, and that was exhausting. She followed a servant through the garden toward the smaller building at the back. Aaron had never lived in the main house.

In the daylight, the estate's grandeur was even more striking. Aclear pool reflected the sunlight, dotted with graceful lotus flowers. Droplets on the leaves sparkled like crystals. Nearby, a sculpted fountain shot water high into the air, each droplet catching the sun like ---- scattered pearls, adding life to the garden. The servant pointed to a second-floor window of the smaller building. "Aaron's room is up there, facing the garden. The view is fantastic." "Thank you. I'll explore on my own," Clara said, reading the servant's impatience. "The last room on the second floor is his.

The rest are guest rooms," the servant added, then hurried off. Clara entered the quieter building. A faint chill crept over her as she climbed the stairs, passing several guest rooms until she reached the last one, presumably Aaron's. Opening the door, a faint musty smell hit her. The room had clearly been unused for a while. The space was large but simple: a bed, a sofa, a wardrobe, and a desk. On the desk, textbooks were neatly stacked, surprisingly middle-school level. The pages were filled with precise handwriting in faded ink.

Clara imagined a young Aaron sitting there, ---- working hard, fully absorbed in his studies. Dust coated everything. The wardrobe held a handful of casual clothes, basic in style and color. No one had disturbed the room for years. Clara picked up a piece of clothing, smiling as she imagined a younger Aaron wearing it. Awkward and slightly immature, no doubt. Not like the Aaron she knew now. Memories of their first meeting floated in her mind. That heroic, glowing figure was forever etched in her heart.

She explored the room carefully, taking a few photos with her phone before preparing to leave. As she stepped out, hushed voices drifted from the room next door. A guest room? Someone staying here? "Keep it down. Did you close the door?" a woman's voice whispered, playful yet sultry. "What's there to worry about? Nobody comes ---- here," a man replied, teasing. "Baby, no one's going to save you if you scream your heart out." Clara's heart skipped a beat. The voices were unmistakable.

She peeked through the crack and saw the woman's skirt pooled at her feet, nearly naked, while the man groped her shamelessly. Even from the side, she recognized them. Richard and Linda. She stepped back, covering her mouth to avoid making a sound. The room echoed with indecent moans and gasps. Linda gasped. "Don't be so rough! That hurts!" Clara silently raised her phone, angling the camera toward the crack in the door. Richard sneered. "What do you expect? I can only look at your gorgeous body every day.

Can't even touch it." Linda asked incredulously, "Don't you have a ---- wife?" Richard growled. "She's no match for you. I'd die for you if I had to..."