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

---- Chapter 174: She Wanted Sweet Wine Logan and the crew headed down to the wine cellar. Aaron, with an eye for the good stuff, quickly snagged a few bottles of vintage wine and signaled for Tristan to grab them. Logan winced. "Aaron, man, show some mercy!" "You lost the bet, you pay the price," Aaron drawled, casually strolling around the wine racks. Olivia picked up a bottle of Riesling. "Clara, you have to try this. It's amazing, super sweet with a little hint of apple.

It's the same one we had last time." Clara was a total lightweight and wouldn't know a good wine from grape juice, so she just nodded along. "Okay, let's go back upstairs and drink." What they didn't realize was that that wine had a wicked kick. Tristan watched from the sidelines, about to say something. But then his eyes landed on Olivia's, which were scrunched up with laughter, and he thought, Ah, forget ---- it. If she's having fun, let her drink. The worst that could happen was he'd have to drive her back later.

Back in the living room, Clara and Olivia immediately poured two glasses and started drinking. "Mmm! This is so good! It tastes like soda. Liv, you were right, I love this!" Clara said, smacking her lips. Olivia clinked her glass against hers. "Great minds think alike!" Just then, two girls who had been helping Brooklyn earlier walked over with their own glasses. "Clara, hey, sorry about before. We totally misread the situation." "A toast to you! Please forgive us, we know you're the bigger person here." Clara, ever so good-natured, raised her glass and clinked it with each of theirs.

"Don't worry about it. You were just saying what you saw." Soon, more girls drifted over, and the group fell into an easy rhythm of chatting and drinking. Before they knew it, the bottle they'd brought up was empty. ---- Someone opened another, then another. Clara quickly lost track of how many glasses she'd had. By the time Aaron emerged from the cellar, Clara's smile had gone a little glassy. Well, that's it for her, he thought. Aaron handed the bottles he was holding to a servant. "Could you take these over to the house next door for me?" He walked over to Clara. "You doing okay?

Think it's time to head out?" She was definitely drunk. Her normally bright eyes were hazy and unfocused, and a pretty pink blush colored her cheeks. "Nope! I want cake and more wine." Aaron chuckled. "We can have wine at home." "But I want to drink with Liv," Clara insisted. Aaron glanced over at Olivia, who was now slumped on the sofa. It was clear the two of them were in the same boat-lightweights, the pair of them. "Tristan, you're on Olivia duty. Get her home." The second Aaron said it, Clara seemed to snap out of her daze for a second. "No, I'll take her.

Liv doesn't want Tristan to take her." ---- Tristan stood off to the side, looking thoroughly annoyed. "And how are you going to do that?" Aaron asked. "You can't drive." Clara gave a dopey grin. "My hubby can drive." Aaron had to laugh. Hearing her call him that meant she was really gone. He leaned down and scooped her up into his arms. "Tristan can handle himself. You should worry about you right now." The sudden lift-off made the world spin. Dizzy, Clara forgot all about Olivia and buried her face in Aaron's chest, trying to make it stop.

Logan walked in just in time to see Aaron's back as he was leaving. "Hey, Aaron! Where are you going? We haven't even had cake yet!" "Bring me a couple of pieces!" Aaron called back over his shoulder. Once inside, Aaron set Clara down on the living room sofa. After a moment, she sat up, her head still swimming. "Where are we?" Aaron poured her a glass of water. "Your place." "Already? Did we take a plane or something?"