No Strings Attached

Just as she was about to turn and leave, lan's arms enveloped her in a protective embrace. His eyes were a deep ocean of emotion, his voice husky with tenderness. "What are you in the mood for? I can fetch it for you. How about some king crab? I'll peel a couple for you. Sounds good?" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

His voice was as soft as a whisper, tinged with a hint of eagerness to please her. He feared a harsh tone might push Clara away.

Whenever she faced such tenderness from lan, Clara's heart would always melt. She closed her eyes briefly, powerless, and whispered, "No, thank you."

"How about some crawfish? They're the real deal here. And they've got all the spicy dishes you usually love. Let's try some tonight."

Clara quickly shook her head. "I don't feel like eating."

In the early stages of her pregnancy, those foods were off-limits. If lan were to find out, it would certainly arouse his suspicion.

changed your tastes in just a few days? Didn't you use to drool over this kind

forehead, the other hand on his own, comparing their temperatures. Relieved they were the same, he let out a sigh. "No

recently and want to slim down, so I'm watching

look slimmer to me. Clara, are you hiding something

second. His eyes scoured over Clara, searching for

Clara to sit and had a light yet nutritious pregnancy-friendly meal brought to her. "Clara, I heard you haven't been

be able to stomach such bland food." Rose shot him a poignant glare, "Your great-uncle has been looking for

a bunch of men drinking? To

worried glances at Clara. "Stay with Grandma Rose. I'll be back soon." He looked from the plate of food

his retreating figure, Rose sighed, "Have you set the date for

Clara nodded, "February 6th."