No Strings Attached

Chapter 480

The SUV had barely rolled into the driveway of the villa when Snow scampered to the rear car door, her tail wagging in anticipation.

He let out soft, eager whines as he waited.

Ian stepped out of the car and bent down to give Snow's neck a gentle squeeze. "Stay back from your mom for now, okay? You've got germs, and we can't risk anything with the baby on the way."

Snow let out a couple of defiant barks but obediently took a few steps back.

As Ian helped Clara out of the car, Snow could no longer contain his excitement.

He pranced around Clara, clearly yearning for affection.

Yet, he stayed put, not daring to come too close.

Clara gestured to him. "Come here, Snow. Don't listen to your dad. Let mommy give you a little love."

Snow heard her invitation and dashed over to Clara, circling her before settling at her feet, his whines growing louder.

Clara stroked his fur and chuckled. "Mommy's missed you too, Snow. But I can't pick you up just yet. How about a big hug after the baby's born, okay?"

Snow seemed to nod, his glossy black eyes shimmering with understanding.

Ian helped Clara back to her feet. "Don't squat for too long. It's not good for the baby. And be careful —it's chilly out here. You don't want to catch a cold."

He guided Clara toward the house, his eyes dancing with barely contained excitement.

Snow led the way, his excitement palpable as he glanced back at Clara every few steps.

Upon reaching the second-floor bedroom, Snow was about to perform his usual trick of leaping up to nudge the door open, but Ian stopped him.

"Snow, go play downstairs. Mom and Dad have some important things to take care of."

Snow whined in protest as if to say he hadn't had enough time with Clara.

But one stern look from Ian, and he sulked away, head hung low.

Clara was about to speak when suddenly, darkness enveloped her.

Ian slipped off his black tie and tied it gently around her eyes.

He kissed her forehead softly and whispered, "Mrs. Hayes, you've yet to see your wedding night surprise. I'm about to make it up to you."

Clara smiled in confusion. "What surprise?"

"Just wait and see. Come with me."

He wrapped his arm around Clara's shoulders and slowly opened the bedroom door. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

A delicate scent of roses wafted toward them, filling Clara's senses.

She inhaled deeply. "That smells amazing. Are those roses?"

Though she and Ian were already married, with a child on the way, Clara's heart couldn't help but race at the unexpected surprise. It was like she was reliving the early days of their romance, with butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Ian kissed her blushing lips softly and murmured, "Thank you for marrying me, Mrs. Hayes."

Then, he slowly untied the blindfold.

Clara's gaze fell upon a room adorned in jubilant red.

The bed was dressed in crimson linens, and rose petals carpeted the floor.

Every item in the room bore the design of joy and happiness, and even their slippers matched and were embroidered with the same joyful design.

Clara looked at Ian, slightly astonished. "Didn't you say all this was a bit cheesy?"

Ian took her hand, gazing at her with deep affection. "Anything you love can never be cheesy."

Clara tiptoed to plant a kiss on his chin. "Ian, that's a double standard if I ever heard one. But I love it."

"And what exactly do you love?" Ian's strong hands enveloped her waist, pulling her closer, his gaze burning into hers.

"Do you love the room's decorations, or do you love me?"

His lips curled into a teasing smile, his voice a seductive growl.

His nose gently grazed Clara's cheek, sending tingles down her spine.

Clara's laughter was light and flirtatious. "Both."

Her arms wrapped around Ian's neck, and her eyes, shimmering with desire, locked onto his.