No Strings Attached

Chapter 353

The cigarette between his fingers had burnt down to a stub. The ash, glowing with its last embers, fell onto the back of his hand, but he didn't even flinch.

Clara finished discussing matters with Anders and emerged to Ian's solitary figure. She sauntered over, her voice a gentle whisper. "Ian, what's wrong?"

At the sound of her voice, Ian's heart skipped a beat. He crushed the cigarette butt underfoot. A forced smile stretched across his melancholic face. "Nothing, just felt like having a smoke, sorry. I'll be more mindful next time."

He pulled her close, planting a tender kiss atop her head, his voice rough with weariness, "I'm going to check on Grandma Rose at home. You rest up. I'll be back soon."

Clara knew without guessing that visiting Grandma Rose was just a front. The real deal was settling scores with Leonora. No doubt, he had found out Leonora's connection to his father's critical illness.

She watched him, her heart in agony. Her cool fingertips gently smoothed the furrow between Ian's brows, her voice soft. "Ian, she and you are different. I won't hold her sins against you. That wouldn't be fair to you."

Ian's icy heart was instantly enveloped in warmth, his eyes growing hot. Emotion surged in his dark eyes, impossible to hide.

He tilted her chin up, his breath hot as it spilled over Clara's flushed cheeks. "Clara, are you trying to make me fall hopelessly in love with you?"

His head dipped, lips grazing hers, his voice a husky whisper, "If you weren't pregnant, I'd make love to you right now."

His eyes glowed with deep affection, his voice laced with an uncontrollable desire. She always knew his heart and always stood on neutral ground when judging matters. Despite the multiple times Leonora had hurt her, she continued to trust him.

Her understanding only deepened the ache in Ian's heart. He held Clara tightly in his arms, their lips meeting in a kiss. He forgot his physical pain, and just want to cherish the love of his life in his arms, to let her feel his love.

Clara had no idea how she ended up on the bed, nor when their clothes had fallen to the floor. Ian's kisses were scattered over her body with tender passion. Every touch of his hot, moist lips sent shivers through her, making her tremble and moan softly, "Ian."

His eyes were bloodshot, his voice a raspy whisper, "Baby, just kisses, nothing more."

He said this, but his hands didn't stop. Clara was completely disarmed by his teasing. Ian guided her hand to his burning arousal.

Time passed, and eventually, they lay entwined, both breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on their foreheads.

Ian kissed her lips again, a satisfied smile curving his mouth. "We can only do this much for the first trimester. After the risky period, I'll satisfy you, alright?"

Clara glared at him, her cheeks burning. Who was satisfying whom, after all? Her hand still ached.

Ian gently soothed Clara's back, lulling her to sleep before getting dressed and leaving the hospital room.

Chase was waiting outside. From a distance, he noticed fresh blood seeping through Ian's wound and clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Can't you control yourself? Clara's pregnant, and you're already this impatient."

Ian raised an eyebrow at him. "Jealous? If you hadn't called off your engagement, maybe you'd know this kind of happiness too."

Chase chuckled dismissively, "I'd rather stay single than marry that woman." Then, he turned to enter Casey's hospital room, only to meet Sasha's furious glare.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only