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

---- call me immediately." Ding ding! Both of them replied with raised-hand emojis. She sat there like a good little girl, waiting patiently for the guy to arrive, then gave ita polite half-hour. After that, it was time to activate the escape plan. She pretended to get a call, offered a few sincerely apologetic lines, and made her graceful exit. She even played out the full drama so her mom could save face if the guy's family followed up. As soon as she stepped out, she texted the family group chat: "We had lunch. He was nice, but we weren't a match.

I've got an urgent thing at work, heading back now." Her mom replied: "So soon? You haven't even taken your luggage." ---- Scarlett: "It's fine. I'll swing by and pick it up later." On the way back, Scarlett sat in silence, her spirits sinking lower and lower. This... this is why grown-ups hate going home, she thought. One thing was clear-when she had kids of her own one day, she'd love them with no strings attached. Meanwhile, over at Clara's villa...

Fresh out of the shower, Clara spotted Aaron lounging around, so she casually asked, "Any updates on selling the villa?" Aaron replied, "Pretty much settled. One buyer's super interested-should close in the next day or two. Market value's around ten million, but since the villa's in such good shape and the interior's pristine, they're offering twelve." "Twelve million?" Clara was genuinely surprised. "Mhm. It's worth that much. You got any special ---- requests?" "Nope. That price is a pleasant surprise-I'm more than happy. Just...

if the buyer could keep the place mostly the same, that'd be ideal." Aaron thought for a second. "Anyone willing to pay that much probably loves the house as is. Doubt they'll do any major remodels." "That's what I figured too. Now hand me that sheet mask." Clara gave his arm a nudge. Aaron raised an eyebrow at her. First it was a glass of water, now it was skincare. She was really getting comfortable bossing him around. Clara arched her brow right back. "What? You got a problem?" He pinched her nose playfully. "Getting bolder by the day, aren't you?" "Mm-hmm, she replied smugly.

"Totally spoiled. Got a problem with that?" Aaron sighed in defeat. He had no one to blame but himself-he was the one who spoiled her. ---- So he put down his book and went to fetch the sheet mask. Clara grinned at his retreating back, feeling extremely pleased with herself. She loved pushing his buttons in every possible direction. Now that she was sure he wouldn't pounce on her right away, she was totally at ease around him. When he came back, she practically pounced on him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks, babe!" Aaron carefully studied the packaging before peeling it open, then gently applied the sheet mask to her face. She leaned against the pillows, eyes closed, listening to music. Her legs, bare under her silk nightgown, were crossed and swaying lazily-totally relaxed. Aaron, however, was battling demons in his head. Emotional brain: Bro, you're way too ---- gentlemanly. Rational brain: She trusts you, don't ruin that by being a dog. Emotional: It's called romance, not "being a dog"! We're married! Rational: Relax. Just wait a little longer.

Emotional: You've been "waiting" for half a year. What're you gonna do, grow mold? Rational: Patience is a virtue. What's another couple days? Emotional: Do you see her right now? This isn't a "couple days" situation! This kind of mental tug-of-war had become a regular occurrence. Aaron took one look at Clara's curves beneath that barely-there nightgown and shook his head. He forcefully shoved the images out of his brain and picked up his dense law book instead. He just hoped that tonight, she wouldn't roll over in her sleep and start cuddling again. ---- Otherwise...

it'd be another night of cold showers.