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

---- Chapter 169: Even Worse Off Than My Own Secretary Night had fallen, and neon lights filtered through the narrow gaps in the curtains. Clara changed her clothes and stepped up to the floor-to-ceiling window. The city sprawled beneath her like a glittering jewel. Headlights flowed like a slowly moving river of color. Skyscrapers reached for the sky, adorned with flashing advertisements and neon signs. The scene was dazzling and almost unreal. Standing there, Clara felt like she had stepped into a sci-fi movie. Click. The lights came on. Aaron walked over. "You're awake.

Why didn't you turn on the lights?" Clara's voice was soft, lazy with sleep. "I just woke up." The room was perfectly soundproof. She had dozed through the entire afternoon. Her cheeks glowed pink. Aaron couldn't resist pinching ---- them. "You slept like a little pig." Clara shot him a glare. "Even pigs won't be this tired." Aaron laughed, shaking his head, and grabbed her hand. "Come on. I'm taking you to eat something good." "Eat, sleep... at this rate, I really might as well be a pig," Clara muttered as she padded to the bathroom to touch up her makeup.

When she came back, Aaron was giving instructions to Matt. "Mrs. Devereaux!" Matt greeted politely. "Matt, you're still working?" Clara asked, feeling slightly guilty, She knew he couldn't guess what she and Aaron had been doing, but still, she felt like a mischievous thief. Aaron came over and took her hand. "You must be hungry. Let's go." Matt held the door open, and they rode the elevator down to the parking garage. "Matt, you've been working so much lately. Haven't had time to see your girlfriend, right?" Clara asked casually. Matt's face turned slightly red.

"It's all part of the job, not a burden. She's on vacation recently, so she's been ---- keeping me company." Aaron nearly rolled his eyes. Of all topics to bring up, why this one? His expression darkened subtly, as if silently saying: Look at me. I am worse off than my own secretary, who gets to enjoy her loved one every day. Once in the car, Clara finally asked, "So... where are we going to eat?" "Logan's place. It's his birthday today," Aaron replied. Clara remembered Logan. Not many men in Silverton had long hair, so he was memorable.

Ten minutes later, the car turned onto a tree-lined road, leaving the city chaos behind. They stopped in front of a three-story villa. The lights inside glowed brilliantly. Music thumped through the air. Laughter and playful shouting spilled into the yard. Clara glanced at Aaron. "Is Matt coming too? Shouldn't he be with his girlfriend?" Matt stood politely by the car, waiting for Aaron's instructions. "Go on ahead. Ten o'clock tomorrow," Aaron said. ---- Matt nodded, got in the car, and drove off, grumbling about yet another Saturday spent working overtime.

He hadn't even had a chance to properly enjoy Silverton with his girlfriend. Clara smirked at Aaron. "Are you jealous of Matt? Why don't you let him enjoy the weekends?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, pretending not to care. "Jealous of him?" Maybe a little. Matt's girlfriend was always waiting for him at the front desk. So clingy! Aaron simply couldn't stand it. Aaron asked, "Where do you want to go tomorrow? I'll come with you." "No, you focus on work. I want to visit Mom's grave first, then I'll find you at the office," Clara replied.

Since she was in Silverton, she definitely wanted to see her mother. The gate opened. In the garden, shadows danced among people barbecuing, chatting, and playing cards. The atmosphere was lively and festive. Someone shouted, "Aaron's here!"