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.

a few days? Didn't you use to drool over this kind of food? What's wrong? Are you not feeling

on Clara's forehead, the other hand on his own, comparing their temperatures. Relieved they were the same, he let out a sigh. "No fever, so why

I've just put on weight recently and want to slim down, so I'm watching

You look slimmer to me.

second. His eyes

to her. "Clara, I heard you haven't been feeling up to

glare, "Your great-uncle has been looking for you. The whole family's waiting to have a drink with you. Go on, I'll keep Clara company." "No, I can't

her to a bunch of men drinking? To inhale second-hand smoke? Clara wouldn't dream

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

retreating figure, Rose sighed, "Have you set

Clara nodded, "February 6th."