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.

"How come you've changed your tastes in just a few days? Didn't you use to drool over

own, comparing their temperatures. Relieved they were the same, he let out a sigh. "No fever, so why don't you want to eat? Are your stomach problems acting up

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

on weight? You look slimmer to me. Clara, are

second. His eyes scoured over Clara, searching for something

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

on in surprise, "She's not feeling well, and you knew? Besides, she's always had a hearty appetite. She won't be able to stomach such bland food." Rose shot him a poignant glare, "Your great-uncle has been looking for you. The whole family's waiting to have a drink with you. Go

drag her to a bunch of men drinking?

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

retreating figure, Rose sighed, "Have

Clara nodded, "February 6th."