The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 375

Clara opened her eyes and stared at the white ceiling for a long moment.

She was on a soft mattress, covered by a white hospital blanket.

Dazed, she turned her head and saw Rhys slumped over the side of the bed, his head resting on his arm, his face turned toward her. He was sleeping soundly.

But one of his hands was tightly clasped around hers.

Their fingers were intertwined.

Clara frowned as she looked at their joined hands.

How had they switched places overnight?

Just yesterday, this man didn't even have the strength to turn over and needed her to help him drink water.

She tried to pull her hand back. The moment she moved, the man sleeping beside her tightened his grip and shot his head up.

When he saw it was Clara, the ferocity in his eyes vanished, replaced by a wet, pleading obedience.

"You're awake?"

His grip was a little painful. Clara gave him a cold look and said flatly, "Let go."

Rhys glanced down, taking advantage of his patient status to squeeze her hand even tighter.

"You looked uncomfortable last night," he explained. "The sofa is too hard, and you have a bad back."

Clara sat up, her tone sharp. "Rhys, are your ears just for decoration? What did the doctor tell you? Bed rest. Do you not understand plain English?"

Rhys took the scolding quietly, not arguing back, a slight smile even playing on his lips.

He was happy just to hear her yelling at him first thing in the morning.

"I'm fine. It's not tiring to carry you."

"Has your fever gone down?" she asked, ignoring his comment.

He raised a hand to his forehead. His palm was already warm, so he couldn't really tell, but he answered readily, "Much better."

Just then, the door to the room opened.

The morning-shift nurse pushed a small cart in and looked up, walking right into the scene.

The woman was sitting up in the hospital bed under the covers, while the man in the patient gown sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on her, practically overflowing with adoration.

The nurse paused for a moment, then a teasing smile spread across her face. "Mr. Huntington, you dote on your wife so much you won't even let her sleep in the visitor's chair?"

"Yes," Rhys replied without batting an eye, getting to his feet. "It's what I should do."

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