The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 358

Hearing a familiar voice, Rhys's eyelashes fluttered, and he finally parted his lips slightly.

Clara quickly poured the water in.

He choked, and a coughing fit seized him, pulling at some injury that made his whole body tremble.

This wasn't an act. The thought of all his injuries sent a chill through Clara's hands. She couldn't handle something this serious. He needed to go to a hospital.

She picked up her phone and found the number she had saved yesterday.

She'd just have Mia come pick him up. Once he was at the hospital, if he died there, it would have nothing to do with her.

Before she could dial, a burning hot hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't…"

Rhys's eyes were half-open, his gaze unfocused and vacant. He couldn't see her clearly, but his grip was surprisingly strong.

"Don't call…"

Clara struggled a bit. "I'm calling your aunt to pick you up. You have a fever. You need to go to the hospital."

Rhys stubbornly shook his head, using her for leverage to pull himself halfway up, leaning his entire body against hers. He struggled to lift his eyelids, his gaze landing on Clara's face. He stared for a long time before he seemed to recognize who she was.

"Clara… Clara…"

Confirming it was her, Rhys suddenly went limp, burying his head in the crook of her neck. His scorching breath fanned across her skin.

"It hurts so much… Clara, it hurts…"

He repeated her name over and over.

"Do you still want me?"

An ache resonated within Clara. Her wrist hurt, her neck burned, and a dense wave of sorrow washed over her heart.

To hear Rhys admit he was in pain was something she never thought possible.

She clenched her jaw, steeling herself. "No. If it hurts, go to the hospital. I can't fix you."

"You can." Rhys held her, pleading. "You can fix it. It doesn't hurt when you're here."

Clara thought he must have been fried by the fever. She snapped, exasperated, "Rhys! Are you trying to die?!"

"Yes. I want to die."

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