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

---- About ten more minutes. Please have a seat. Would you like something to drink?" "No, thank you. You go ahead. Don't worry about me," Clara replied. "Call me if you need anything." Matt closed the door and stepped out. Clara looked around. Aaron's office was larger than the law firm's, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a spectacular view. Outside, Silverton's busiest streets stretched below, cars and people flowing in every direction. Although Clara had grown up in Silverton, this part of town felt unfamiliar. Towering office buildings and sprawling shopping centers dominated the scene.

Matt saw Aaron exit the meeting room and reported, "Sir, Mrs. Devereaux is already in the office." Aaron nodded and told Tristan, "Go have lunch first. We'll continue in the afternoon." Returning to his office, Aaron's mood immediately lightened at the sight of Clara by the window. He set down his documents and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Beautiful. Isn't it? The night view is even better." ---- Clara turned to him and narrowed her eyes. "You're bad. Trying to tempt me into staying here with you?" Aaron smiled. "Or we could go out and have some fun." "I'm not going out.

I'm exhausted. I'll nap later," she said. "Fine!" Aaron let go and opened the food container. "What made you decide to cook?" Clara sat on the couch. "Isn't it said that to win a man's heart, you have to win his stomach first?" Aaron's lips curved into a smile. "You don't need to do anything. I'm already completely captivated." "You're improving!" Clara laughed, feeding him a piece of steak. "This is your reward for saying a romantic line today." "Delicious," Aaron said, and added, "But I want another reward." "Tell me what it is." "Nap with me. You get to rest, and I get to be with you.

This room isn't much different from a hotel suite-the same designer." "Fine. Just don't interrupt your work," Clara agreed. Of course, after traveling all this way, she wanted to be ---- close to her husband. After lunch, Clara opened the lounge door. It was a miniature version of a hotel suite. The layout and color scheme were identical. She opened the closet. Only a few dress shirts and slacks were inside. Clara hung up her dress and picked one of Aaron's white shirts to wear. Just as she was about to put it on, the door opened. "You...

why did you get in?" "I'm not doing anything wrong!" she added quickly. "I just didn't want my dress to get wrinkled before seeing anyone." "I want to nap too. I'm tired," Aaron said, loosening his tie, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Clara hurried to slip on the shirt. "How are you tired? You never nap." "Wasn't I active enough last night?" Aaron teased. Her cheeks flushed all the way to her neck. "I didn't force you..." she murmured. Aaron leaned closer, calm and confident. "But you seduced me." ---- Clara finished buttoning her shirt and pushed him gently. "Then go sleep outside.

Don't want you to blame me again." "Too late." Aaron leaned onto her shoulder. "I saw it. The lingerie... red. First time seeing you in red." Clara loved this bold color. She didn't realize how striking the scarlet lace against her smooth skin looked. Aaron's mind immediately went wild, remembering her long legs beneath a white shirt from their last hotel visit. Seeing her again, he lost all self-control. His warm breath tickled her ear. Clara shivered. "It's a perfectly normal style!" Aaron's husky voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Whatever my lady says is right." He pressed a flurry of gentle kisses along her delicate neck, moving downward, seeking out that irresistible red.