---- Chapter 101: The Schedule The moment Clara caught the mischievous glint in Scarlett and Sierra's eyes, her face turned a bright shade of crimson. These two had absolutely no filter. Love, sex, intimacy-everything was casually tossed around as if it were the most mundane topic in the world. Help me. Clara froze, speechless for a full three minutes. Scarlett, clearly enjoying herself, continued teasing, "I'm guessing Aaron has finally experienced the pleasures of marriage firsthand! I was chatting with Derek yesterday, and he said Aaron's been walking around like he's on cloud nine lately." Sierra leaned closer, spotting Clara's silence as an invitation. "Spill it. How's Big Lawyer Aaron in bed?" Her face hovered dangerously close. Clara shoved her away, mortified. "Seriously, ---- why does your brain run on nothing but gossip and dirty talk all the time?" Scarlett leaned in with a grin. "Clara, no dodging! If you don't answer, I'm not letting you leave tonight." Clara could only mutter, cheeks flaming, "He's... very good. Happy now?" Scarlett smirked. "Could you be more specific?" Clara rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Why would I!" Scarlett's curiosity sharpened. "Didn't he leave you sore, cramping, or aching anywhere?" Clara mentally groaned. Have you been spying on us or something? Scarlett waved it off. "I don't need details. I'll just live vicariously through your stories. Can't do the real thing anyway-not while pregnant." Sierra winked knowingly. "Well... you can always get a little hands-on fun." Scarlett laughed out loud. "You little devil! You ---- really say everything, don't you?" And just like that, the two could talk about sex for hours. Clara could only shake her head in defeat. By nine o'clock, Aaron called. "Are you done chatting? I'm downstairs." Clara glanced at Sierra and Scarlett, still deep in conversation with zero intention of stopping. Feeling awkward about cutting them off-and slightly annoyed at Aaron-she muttered, "Why didn't you call before coming?" Scarlett snatched the phone, putting it on speaker. "Aaron, can I borrow your wife for the night?" "Nope," Aaron replied instantly, no hesitation. Scarlett pouted dramatically. "Cheapskate! Fine, fine, keep her! Who needs her anyway?" Aaron's grin betrayed him. "I need her." Of course he did. Lately, he was utterly obsessed with Clara, savoring every moment of their ---- married life. There was no way he'd let her sneak out. Scarlett hung up, finally releasing Clara. "Come on! Stop showing off your love!" As Clara stepped into the lobby, she spotted Aaron leaning against the black Cayenne, hands in pockets. Rarely out of his formal attire, tonight he wore just a white undershirt-no tie-under a knee-length dark gray coat. His casual posture radiated a magnetic, untouchable aura. When he saw her, his lips curved into a warm smile. His eyes softened with a rare tenderness. He opened his arms, and Clara quickened her pace, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Been waiting long?" Aaron leaned down instinctively to kiss her cheek but suddenly changed course, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth and teasing her with a flick of his tongue. Clara jumped back in shock. "What are you doing?!" It was barely past nine. The lobby had security,