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

---- Chapter 175: Even Fairy Tales Are This Real Morning sunlight streamed through the window, and Olivia slowly woke up. For a few seconds, she just stared at the quiet room, completely disoriented, before she remembered where she was. This was Tristan's house. At least she was alone this time. No awkwardness like last time. She pinched the bridge of her forehead and sighed. Olivia, this was your last mistake. Forgive yourself, but never do it again. A soft click echoed as the bathroom door opened.

Tristan stepped out, fresh from his shower, wearing a white robe casually draped over his broad, toned frame. His abs were perfectly defined, his body exuding an effortless, heart-stopping charm. His dark hair was damp and tousled, not the meticulous workday look, but the messy, just-out-of-bed style only made him more dangerously attractive. "Up?" Tristan's eyes sparkled as he caught Olivia staring ---- in awe. "What? Never seen someone this good-looking before?" Olivia snapped back to reality, her face burning and her heart racing. She cleared her throat. "Mr.

Black, with a house this big, you don't have a spare room?" Of course he did. Tristan hadn't been drunk last night. He could have prepared a guest room for her, but why would he pass up the chance to be closer to Olivia? Even if nothing romantic happened, proximity was enough. "I don't have anyone else here," Tristan said, standing over her with a teasing grin. "Why would I need another room? Do you expect me to prepare one just for you?" Olivia shook her head. "No free lunches in this world." A small smirk tugged at Tristan's lips. "Exactly. I took care of you all night.

How are you going to thank me?" Olivia frowned. "Dinner?" Tristan leaned closer, his eyes locking with hers. His voice dropped to a whisper. "No. I want the same reward as last time." Last time? ---- Olivia's heart skipped a beat. She braced herself on the mattress, about to sit up. Tristan bent a knee, lowering himself onto the bed. He leaned in, aiming for her lips. He had imagined this moment countless times. Now he could finally make it real. But the sweet moment he had envisioned didn't come. Olivia placed her hands on his chest and turned her face away. Tristan didn't falter.

He shifted, brushing his lips near her ear. "Liv, be my girlfriend. I like you." Warm breath on her skin made her shiver. Her palms tingled, her skin burning beneath his touch. She almost whispered yes, but reason prevailed. "Tristan, talk first," she said firmly, pushing him away. He fell onto the blanket beside her. Olivia got up and headed to the bathroom. She washed her face and tidied her hair. It was Saturday. No work. She could go back to her hotel room and take her time getting ready. "I'm heading back now," Olivia said, picking up her handbag. ---- Tristan followed, persistent.

"You still haven't answered my question." Olivia quickened her pace, refusing to look back. "I'll message you later." Even at the hotel, her mind wouldn't settle. She had had suitors before, but never felt this unmoored. She sank into the bathtub, replaying the morning over and over. Olivia had always been a planner, someone who knew exactly when to act and what to do. Her talents and family background were ordinary. Everything she had achieved-getting into her dream university, landing a top spot at Greystone, climbing from intern to independent lawyer-had been earned through sheer effort.

In the near future, she would have a partner who shared her ambitions, a clever and lively child, and a harmonious family. She didn't chase whirlwind romance. She sought warmth, stability, and a love that complemented her career. "Tristan, thank you for your feelings. But you're not my type. I'm sorry."