No Strings Attached

Hearing his question, Sasha felt a surge of anger so intense she could barely contain the urge to kick him. She was still a virgin, and here he was, sullying her reputation.

She was about to unleash a verbal storm, but then she remembered Clara's warning. "Don't make a scene."

Swallowing her rage, Sasha glared at Chase. "What's it to you whose baby it is? Do you control everything in this city? Why must you stick your nose in everyone's business? Now, you even care about whose child I'm carrying?"

Chase's face turned even redder with fury. He grabbed Sasha's chin, his eyes glinting with a coldness she had never seen before.

"Sasha, you sure picked up the trashy stuff fast. You've learned to sleep around, huh? What's next? Planning on having a bastard child?"

At these words, Sasha exploded. She aimed a kick toward Chase's crotch and hissed through clenched teeth, "Who I sleep with and who I have a baby with is none of your damn business. If you think I'm such an embarrassment, let's just pretend we don't know each other from now on!" Then, she stormed out of the car and didn't look back.

twitching. As he watched Sasha's petite figure vanish from his sight, he punched the car door in frustration and cursed a string

a cab, feeling a heavy weight in her chest. That jerk Chase had the nerve

marriages! Who in their right

stepped into Clara's room. Clara noticed immediately and asked with concern, "What's

jerk Chase! He saw me buying a pregnancy test and

and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, hon, this is all my fault. I'll explain it to Dr. Chase when I get a

need to explain anything to him. He's not my boyfriend. Let's just do the

pregnancy test kit and handed it to Clara before pushing her toward the bathroom. Standing outside, she paced back and forth anxiously. "Clara, how's it going? You done yet?" "I'm so nervous.

If you need to, I'll get you some

edge. They knew the