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

arm had been pinned under Clara all night and had

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

the hospital

at the threshold, his gaze unblinkingly fixated

injured, and here

slowly rose, shooting Chase a

that even doctors

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

out his phone and hitting record, he addressed Clara, "Sasha, can you see? Clara's looking better. I even caught them making out just now, so her wound can't

with innuendo. "I see. And here I thought lan was letting his animal instincts take over. If

from behind, "Since when did Sasha get the

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

start nesting together? Last I remembered, you were