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.

to drool over this kind of food? What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Let me take

Relieved they were the same, he let out a sigh. "No fever, so

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

slimmer to me.

suspicions grew heavier by the second. His eyes scoured over Clara, searching for something

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

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

drag her to a bunch of men drinking?

uneasy, casting worried glances at Clara. "Stay with Grandma Rose. I'll be back soon." He looked from

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

Clara nodded, "February 6th."