No Strings Attached

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?"

all night?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

tenderly and murmured, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. As long as you and the baby are safe, that's

up but realized his arm had been pinned under Clara all night and had gone completely

ended up collapsing back onto the bed, inadvertently pinning Clara beneath him. Thankfully, his other arm braced their fall, sparing her wound from the impact.

at that moment, the hospital

clad in a pristine white coat, stood at

Clara's not just pregnant but also injured, and here you

rose, shooting

a rule that even doctors should

concerned about Clara's pain and wanted to check on her. Plus, Sasha tasked me with a mission first thing in the morning

her wound can't be that bad,

see. And here I thought lan was letting his animal instincts take over. If that were the case, Sasha, that little firecracker,

from behind, "Since when did Sasha

If she's not like a firecracker, then what is she? The girl even snaps at me, yet

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