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?"

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murmured, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. As long

attempted to sit up but realized his arm had been pinned

and ended up collapsing back onto the bed, inadvertently pinning Clara beneath him. Thankfully, his other arm braced

that moment, the hospital

stood at the threshold, his gaze unblinkingly fixated

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

shooting Chase

doctors should knock before entering a patient's

wanted to check on her. Plus, Sasha tasked me with a mission first thing in the morning to make sure

better. I even caught them making out just now, so her wound can't be that bad, right?" Clara's cheeks flushed as she looked at him. "Ian just lost balance because his

take over. If that were the

from behind, "Since when did Sasha get the nickname

she's feisty, like lighting a match to gunpowder. If she's not like a firecracker, then what is

two start nesting together? Last I remembered, you