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

---- Chapter 172: Showing Off the Love Everyone gathered around the pool table, completely absorbed. Aaron moved with lean, effortless grace. Every time he made a shot, the muscles beneath his black shirt tightened, showing off a quiet kind of power. Under the glow of the overhead lights, the hand gripping the cue looked like something carved from art itself-strong joints, long fingers, and precise control. The cue seemed like an extension of him. Each strike carried a dangerous sort of allure. Soon enough, another ball dropped neatly into the pocket.

His movements were smooth, practiced, and confident. Every small shift carried an air of control that drew all eyes to him. One ball after another sank into the pockets. Olivia leaned toward Clara, whispering, "Wow, Aaron looks ridiculously good playing pool! How's my boss this good at everything? I still don't even understand ---- the rules!" "It's pretty simple," Clara said with a grin. She explained, "You use the white cue ball to hit fifteen colored ones, trying to sink them into the six corner and side pockets.

You go for the red balls first, then the colored ones." Olivia widened her eyes. "Wait, you know how to play too? Girls look way cooler playing pool!" Clara chuckled. "Then let's give it a try later." And she wasn't bluffing. Back in high school, she and Sierra had actually played quite a bit. Aaron sank the final ball, a difficult angled shot, sealing an easy victory. Logan frowned. "Hey, I wasn't even warmed up yet! One more round!" Aaron casually wiped the cue with a cloth. "Sure. Same bet as always.

Winner gets to pick whatever bottle he wants from the wine cellar." Logan groaned but nodded. "Fine! You're on." Anew game began. Just then, Brooklyn walked over to Clara, her steps ---- graceful and deliberate. "Clara, care for a match?" Tch. Clara almost laughed. Of course this woman had an angle. According to what she'd read, Brooklyn had once represented Silverton in amateur billiards tournaments and had done pretty well. No wonder she looked so smug throwing out that challenge.

A famous actress and Aaron's wife, both gorgeous women at the same table-no surprise the crowd's attention shifted fast. People started cheering immediately. "Come on, one round! Let's see some pretty ladies play!" "Didn't Brooklyn win an amateur championship last year? Show us what you've got!" "Can Clara even play?" Even Logan chimed in with a grin. "Clara, give it a shot! Let's see if Aaron passed you any secret tricks." Everyone joined in, their teasing filling the room. Only Olivia stood back with her arms crossed, ---- smirking. "Oh please. Brooklyn's played in tournaments.

Comparing her to us is just ridiculous." Clara was about to agree when Aaron cut in coolly, "Not tonight. Maybe next time." "Why not?" Clara pouted slightly. "I actually know a little." Caspian laughed. "What's the matter, Aaron? Afraid your wife might lose? It's no big deal if she does. Brooklyn's a pro anyway." Others echoed, "Yeah, come on! It's not about winning or losing. We just wanna watch the two beauties play!" Aaron set down his cue and walked to Clara's side. He cleared his throat. "It's not that. Her outfit just isn't right for pool." Of course.

After seeing what he'd just seen, there was no way he was letting anyone else enjoy the same view. And he wasn't wrong. Clara's dress came down to her knees-perfectly fine for standing or sitting-but if she had to lean over the table... well, let's just say the crowd would've gotten an eyeful. The group suddenly understood. "Ohhh" they howled with laughter.