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

---- Thanks to her mother's influence, she'd kept her wardrobe minimal-comfortable, simple, practical. Her accessories were few and far between. Aside from a few earrings, she rarely wore jewelry. But standing in this walk-in closet, even she felt a little dizzy. She couldn't help it-she recorded a video and sent it to Sierra. Almost instantly, Sierra replied with a flurry of scream emojis. "Clara! Hold on tight to Aaron! You deserve this!" Clara was about to text back when Aaron walked in. Seeing her still inside the closet, he strode over and asked, "So? Do you like it, Mrs.

Devereaux?" Clara blinked. "Does your law firm really make this much money?" Aaron smiled. "Providing for my wife and future kids is my responsibility." She frowned slightly. "This is too much. Are you trying to buy me with material things?" ---- He nodded, completely serious. "Absolutely. When I saw that your entire wardrobe could fit in one suitcase, I panicked. It felt like you were ready to ghost me at any second." Well... that hit a little too close to home. She had been planning exactly that. Clara casually flipped her hair, trying to change the subject. "This is way too much.

I go to work every day-I'll never wear all of this." Aaron's voice turned low and teasing as he held up a black silk dress with a backless cut, "Then wear them for me... at home. How about trying this one on right now?" "Keep dreaming." Clara shoved him aside and made a beeline for the bathroom. By the time Aaron finished showering, he returned to find an extra comforter laid out on the bed. He raised an eyebrow. Clara explained, "I toss and turn a lot in my sleep. One blanket each is just more convenient." ---- Aaron frowned. "It doesn't bother me.

I slept great last night." Clara insisted, "Two people under one blanket gets too hot. I'm not used to it. Or... you could sleep downstairs?" Aaron silently lifted the covers, turned off the bedside lamp, and climbed into bed. Clara followed suit, switching off her own light until only a soft glow from the night lamp remained. She hadn't dared wear a nightgown tonight and instead changed into a full pajama set-long sleeves, long pants. The material felt weird against her skin, and she could barely move. After some hesitation, she turned to face Aaron. He wasn't asleep either.

Clara could feel his intense gaze even in the dark. She cleared her throat. "Just so we're clear, anyone who sneaks into the other person's blanket will be punished." Before he could respond, she quickly turned away, back facing him. Confident in her own ---- sleep habits, Clara drifted off in peace. The next morning, Clara stared at her surroundings in horror. She was in his blanket. Poor Aaron was hanging off the edge of the bed like he'd been evicted, while her side had a whole empty patch. To make things worse, her leg was thrown over his, and her hand-her hand-was resting on his abs.

The heat under her fingertips made her freeze. Wait. Last night's dream... was that real? She'd dreamed she was studying Aaron's abs like a scientist... Nope. No way. Abort mission! Clara tried to quietly retract her limbs, but they wouldn't budge. "Someone broke the rules," Aaron murmured, voice rough with sleep but way too pleased with himself. "Now what do you think her ---- punishment should be?" Clara chuckled nervously and tried to smooth out the rumpled hem of his pajama shirt. "It's her first offense. How about...

a kiss on the cheek?" Aaron didn't say no, so she leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips-then immediately tried to roll away. But he flipped over and pinned her down. "That punishment's got zero deterrent effect. I reject it." Clara struggled, hands pinned above her head in one of his. "Then what's the punishment?" Aaron answered without words-his actions said it all. His lips trailed from her mouth to her ear, then down her neck. One hand, long and practiced, slipped beneath her pajamas and deftly undid the buttons. Her soft skin flushed pink under his touch...

---- Clara's thoughts melted into mush. Later, standing in the bathroom, she stared at the constellation of marks blooming across her chest and shoulders. Covering her face with both hands, she let out a muffled groan. That "punishment" might've been a little too effective.