When was that, exactly?

Wasn't their first encounter in that alley?

When lan saw that she was finally asleep, he didn't disturb her tranquility. Instead, he tucked away his confusion deep within his heart.

The next morning, as Clara fluttered her eyelids open, the first sight that greeted her was lan's scruffy, bearded face, shadowed with dark circles under his eyes.

A pang of sympathy struck her, and she gently caressed the stubble. Her voice sounded raspy from sleep. "Honey, it's time for a shave."

lan looked down and kissed her forehead softly, asking in a whisper, "Would you stop loving me if I had a beard?"

Clara chuckled, "No, it's just... I'm not used to it."

"I'll shave in a bit. Does your wound still hurt?"

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As long as you and the baby are safe, that's

arm had been pinned under Clara all night and had gone completely numb, refusing

leaned over and ended up collapsing back onto the bed, inadvertently pinning Clara beneath him. Thankfully, his

the hospital room door swung

white coat, stood at the threshold,

just pregnant but also injured,

shooting Chase a

rule that even doctors should knock before entering a patient's

on her. Plus, Sasha tasked me with a mission first

even caught them making out just now, so her wound can't

animal instincts take over. If that were the case, Sasha, that little firecracker, would have

from behind, "Since when did Sasha get

like a firecracker, then what is she? The girl even snaps at me, yet she gets pushed

start nesting together? Last I remembered, you were just a

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