Semua Bab The Magnate's Pregnant Nurse: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter 91On Thursday, Vinícius and Clara went to the café near the hospital. They sat side by side, their hands intertwined on top of the table.He looked at her for a long moment, serious."Clara... I really like you. I like the way you laugh, the way you talk, the way you look at the world. These weeks we spent together were amazing. I don’t want to be just 'the guy from Greece' anymore. I want to be your boyfriend. Will you go out with me?"Clara felt her heart race. She looked at their joined hands, then at his brown eyes, full of sincerity. She smiled, satisfied."I want to."Vinícius smiled and kissed her right there. She kissed him back, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the moment happen.Across the street, Marcelo parked the car carelessly, his heart tight since he saw the two of them holding hands walking toward the café. He got out of the vehicle and entered the place.And he saw them kissing. He stopped in the middle of the café, as if turned into a statue. Her mout

Chapter 93He stopped the kiss and held her tightly, pulling her against his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head, staring ahead with a distant look toward the square.Silence.After a while, he murmured softly, emotional:"I..." he paused for a long moment, as if the words were hard to say. "I almost... almost had a panic attack when I saw you with another man. I tried again to stay away."Silence for a while longer. His heart was beating strongly against her ear."I went to your house, ready to talk to you, to your mother and your father. Ready to say what I was feeling... Then I saw you leave and I followed you here. When I saw the guy leaving, I thought it was time for us to talk."Clara stayed still in his arms, absorbing every word. She felt her chest tighten. The tears she had been holding back all this time started rising again.She slowly lifted her face, looking at him."Why did you reject me? Why did you say our love was fraternal?"He frowned, feeling guilty."Be

Capítulo 95Everyone was gathered for lunch on the mansion’s veranda. Clara and Marcelo were sitting side by side. He had his arm around her shoulders, gently running his hand over her back in an affectionate gesture. Clara rested her head on his shoulder, smiling.Daniel arrived from the emergency room, still wearing his lab coat, and stopped at the veranda door when he saw the scene.— "What the hell is this?" — he exploded, his voice loud and shocked.Clara jumped.— "Calm down!"— "I was calm until I saw this!" — he said, glaring at Marcelo. — "I’m going to kill you!"Rafael stood up.— "Daniel, stop."The father’s firm tone made Daniel pause, but his chest was still rising and falling quickly with anger.— "Dad, are you seeing this? He was her doctor! He’s old enough to be her father!"Rafael placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, keeping him in place.— "I know who he is. We all do. And I already gave my blessing."Daniel blinked, confused.— "Blessing? When?"— "Last week. Marcel

Chapter 97They stopped in front of the Valença mansion. Marcelo leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was soft, but it quickly turned intense. Their tongues met frantically, and their breathing grew faster with every second of surrender.Clara moaned against his mouth, holding Marcelo’s face with both hands."I want to be yours..." she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.He tried to resist. He closed his eyes tightly, his forehead resting against hers."Clara... it’s your first time. I don’t want..."She kissed him again, more urgently."I want it. With you. Now."Marcelo let out a rough groan, defeated by his own desire. He started the car and they left, stopping in front of his apartment. He got out, walked around, and opened the door for her. He lifted her into his arms and carried her inside, going up the stairs without turning on the main lights.In the bedroom, he laid her on the bed carefully. He slowly removed her clothes, kissing every bit of skin that was revealed—her

Chapter 99The following week, Clara went with her mother to choose the fabric for her wedding dress. She ran her fingers over several fabrics, feeling the textures, imagining how it would look on her body. She chose an off-white satin with a soft glow, combined with delicate lace for the bodice."This one," she said, smiling at Maitê. "I want it to be elegant and comfortable."Maitê squeezed her daughter’s hand, proud."It will look beautiful on you."That same week, mother and daughter went to the catering service and the cake designer. They tasted dozens of flavors: vanilla cake with red berry filling, gourmet brigadeiro, dulce de leche bem-casado, mini éclairs, and lemon tarts. Clara chose a three-tier cake with a minimalist white and gold design, and a dessert table with a Brazilian and French touch."I want it to be beautiful, but I also want people to actually want to eat it," she said, laughing as she tried another brigadeiro.On Saturday, Clara slept with Marcelo. After days