"You were only going to tell me the truth after we had a child? So how many more years were you planning to keep this from me? I haven’t even graduated from college yet. What if I don’t want to have kids so early? And what if we never have children? Were you just going to hide it from me forever?" Clara Grant asked, her expression completely serious.

"Nonsense!" Seth Quinn squeezed her little hand a bit harder, his own expression just as serious and stern. "How could we possibly never have children? I’m a very potent man! Having you give birth to eight or ten wouldn’t be a problem at all!"

Clara: "..."

She was suddenly rendered speechless, feeling utterly helpless. He was being so serious that she’d thought he was about to refute the part about deceiving her forever. But as it turned out, his focus was on something else entirely.

’Him being so potent... And saying it’d be no problem for her to have eight or ten kids!’

Clara’s face flushed red, and she retorted instinctively, "Who wants to have eight or ten kids with you?"

But Seth Quinn looked completely serious. He nodded and said, "Hmm, you’re right, not eight or ten. That would be too hard on you. One is fine... two would be good, too... You can have as many as you want."

Clara was speechless once again. Then, an idea came to her. A playful smirk touched her lips as she began to tease him, "Mr. Quinn, you told me back then that you were interested in my body. Are you really *that* interested? So interested that you’d use your own nephew’s health as leverage just to get your hands on me?"

Seth Quinn didn’t answer right away. Instead, he tilted his head, gesturing for her to lean in closer.

Confused, Clara leaned in. Just as she was about to turn her head to bring her ear to his lips, she was caught off guard when he stole a kiss.

Clara’s eyes widened in bewilderment. Seth Quinn, however, gave a wry smile and said helplessly, "I can tell you in all seriousness, I really am that interested in your body. I was then, and I still am now.

"Just being near you, especially with even the slightest physical contact, triggers a strong physical reaction that I have to fight to control. Just like right now..."

As he spoke, Seth Quinn shifted his hips uncomfortably.

Clara’s gaze instinctively drifted downward. Even though he was lying on his stomach and she couldn’t see... that area... she could still imagine the state it was in from his expression and movements.

After all, having been with him for this long, she had witnessed it many times before.

Clara’s face grew even redder. She wanted to raise her hand and smack him, but she was afraid of aggravating his injury.

But she refused to be shamed into a flustered retreat every time. So, feigning composure, she met his gaze directly. She even deliberately puffed out her chest a little and said with a raised eyebrow, "Well then, it seems my body is quite captivating, to have mesmerized a man like you—so high and mighty and famously chaste—to this extent!"

But Seth Quinn’s handsome face hardened. "From now on, you’re only allowed to show that charm to me! Otherwise, be careful, or I’ll punish you until you can’t get out of bed for days and nights on end!"

Clara was, yet again, left speechless. She had to admit defeat.

But in the end, face beet red, she managed to squeeze out one last retort, "If you want to punish me until I can’t get out of bed, you’d better focus on healing up first."

Unexpectedly, Seth Quinn accepted her suggestion with feigned sincerity. "Alright. I’ll be sure to rest up and recover as quickly as possible. I won’t keep you waiting for too long."

"You... If you say one more word, I’m leaving!" Clara pretended to stand up, but Seth Quinn only gripped her hand tighter.

"Alright, alright. I’ll stop teasing you," Seth Quinn said with a light chuckle, seeing how hopelessly flustered she was.

After saying that, his expression gradually sobered, and his tone became completely serious. "Even though I lied to you and made you angry, I don’t regret it..."