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

---- again. Clara quickly blocked his mouth with her fingers. "Handsome, I'm hungry." Her voice was soft and sweet, her eyes shimmering, her lips glossy and inviting. No man could resist that look. Five minutes later, they finally hit the road. In the VIP dining room, Olivia watched a gorgeous woman across the table skillfully brew tea. Bored out of her mind, she rested her chin on her palm and glanced at her watch-it was already 10:30 p.m. "I'm not even in sales," she complained. "Why did you drag me out this late? Are you just getting back at me for something?" Tristan almost groaned.

What could he do? If he didn't use work as an excuse, she wouldn't even read his messages, much less reply. "What kind of grudge would I have against you?" he said, playing innocent. "Mrs. Devereaux is coming. You should be here to welcome her." Mrs. Devereaux? That got Olivia's attention real fast. The entire office had been gossiping about her, but hardly anyone had actually met the woman. Everyone kept pestering Andy for details. Olivia had been dying to know too. ---- She straightened in her chair, adjusted her hair, and smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt. Tristan chuckled. "Relax.

It's not like you're meeting a hot guy.' "A hot guy is nice, but a boss who pays me is way more important," Olivia said. "By the way, is your hand better?" Tristan gave her a wounded look. "You're just now remembering to ask?" Olivia blushed a little and reached out. "Let me see." Tristan placed his hand over hers. Her hand was cool and soft, and for a second, he forgot how to breathe. Olivia leaned in to look. The blisters were gone, the swelling had faded, but the skin was wrinkled and dark. "Yikes. That looks terrible." Tristan nearly laughed out of disbelief.

He bit back a retort, ready to say something sarcastic, but then she looked up and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?" His heart melted instantly. "It's fine..." Before he could finish, Olivia yanked her hand away. There was noise by the door. She jumped up instinctively. The restaurant manager opened it. "Right this way, please." ---- Tristan stood too. "Finally, you're here!" Aaron and Clara walked in, turning heads instantly. Matching trench coats, stunning looks-they looked like they'd stepped straight out of a movie. Aaron casually took Clara's coat and hung it up.

Once they sat down, Olivia smiled politely. "Mrs. Devereaux, nice to meet you. I'm Olivia Cruz." Clara smiled warmly. "So you're Olivia. I've heard so much about you." Olivia blinked, surprised. "You've heard of me?" "I've heard your name mentioned a few times," Clara said. "Everyone says you're an outstanding lawyer. I'd love to see you in action someday." Olivia's heart fluttered. "That's such an honor! Thank you so much. I'll keep working hard." She was genuinely touched. She hadn't realized her bosses thought that highly of her.

Their firm was full of top-tier attorneys, and she'd always felt like she was just average. When her boss decided to bring her to Silverton, she'd been scared she wouldn't measure up. Clara smiled. "Just call me Clara. We're about the same age anyway." ---- "Then call me Liv," Olivia said with a grin. "That's what my family calls me." As they chatted, the waiter quietly served all the dishes and slipped out. "Aren't you hungry?" Aaron said, setting a bowl of seafood soup in front of Clara. "Stop talking and eat." His eyes flicked briefly toward Olivia. Okay, message received.

The big boss thought she talked too much.