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

---- something more subtle. "Oh, and no sneaking off to see Scarlett. I'll have Derek bring her to our place on Saturday," Aaron said. Clara was confused, "Why? She said she set me up with a handsome celebrity. I wanted to get a photo with him!" Aaron warned, "Not safe. That guy's famous. If the paparazzi catch you, you'll be in trouble. His fan wives will tear you apart." Clara muttered, "I'll be careful. Besides, I'm his fan wife too! I love his movies." They pulled up to the hospital entrance.

Aaron parked and said in a serious tone, "Say it again-whose wife are you?" Clara caught the shift in mood and quickly answered, "Yours! Aaron Devereaux's wife!" Aaron unbuckled and leaned in. "Too late for that answer!" Then he captured her lips with a fierce kiss, ---- sucking until her lips were swollen before finally letting go. He'd meant to nip her lips as a warning but couldn't bring himself to. Clara's lips throbbed. She pulled down the rearview mirror to check, fuming. "We'll settle this when we get home!" She grabbed her mask, put it on, and hurried out. Aaron was finally satisfied.

Clara reached the outpatient office where Mia came in. "Morning, Clara! I brought you a cappuccino. Give it a try-see if you like it." Clara took it and set it aside. "Thanks!" Mia looked puzzled. Clara usually chugged half before starting work. "Not gonna try it? It's from a new place today." Clara kept her mask on-too embarrassed about her swollen lips. "Just drank water, not thirsty. ---- Let's get to work!" Clara silently cursed Aaron-why'd he have to kiss her lips all swollen? Before she could think more, the first patient arrived: a listless-looking kid about five years old.

Clara asked gently, "Where does it hurt, sweetie?" The kid wasn't scared of this kind lady, unlike before, and answered, "My throat hurts." The kid's mom added, "It started last night. Sore throat, cough, runny nose, and this morning he said he had a headache." Clara said, "Open your mouth, let me check your throat." The kid cooperated and opened wide. Clara carefully pressed his tongue down with a tongue depressor and examined him closely. "Your tonsils are inflamed.

Let's get a blood test first." ---- The kid said, "Doctor, I don't want a shot." Clara wrote the order and said, "Do you want to play with your kindergarten friends? You gotta get better fast to go back." The kid calmed down and nodded. His mom looked grateful. "Thank you, Doctor. He's usually scared of finger pricks. You're so kind!" Clara smiled. "No problem. Bring me the results later." Kids were so prone to catching colds during season changes. Doctors did this kind of thing every day-some got impatient or cranky.

That was normal, especially when they dealt with crying kids or difficult parents. It could get stressful. But Clara really liked this job. Maybe because she was a mom herself, she had extra patience and tolerance. After a busy day, she finally checked her phone ---- and saw Aaron's message sent at 4 PM: "Arrived in Silverton."