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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me, I'll be fine. As long as you and the baby are safe, that's all that matters

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

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

that moment, the hospital room

in a pristine white coat, stood at the threshold,

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

shooting Chase

there a rule that even doctors should

Plus, Sasha tasked

caught them making out just now, so her wound can't be that bad, right?"

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

"Since when did Sasha get the nickname

firecracker, then what is she? The

Last I remembered,

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