The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 424

"Let's go wash up."

Felix struggled under his arm, his legs kicking. "Put me down! I can walk myself!"

"I'll put you down for another two points," Rhys bargained.

"No way! You're cheating!"

They bickered their way into the bathroom.

Dinner was quiet. Clara kept her head down, refusing to look up.

Rhys didn't try to force a conversation either. He sensed that Clara was intentionally creating distance, so he kept his gaze to himself as well.

After the meal, Rhys naturally cleared the plates and took them to the kitchen to wash.

Clara sat with Felix, reading a book.

That long-lost sense of a normal life quietly filled the room on that winter night.

In the middle of the night, Clara tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

A faint noise came from the living room. After lying in the darkness for a moment, she put on a robe and opened her door.

The wall sconce in the entryway was on. Rhys was already in his coat, speaking quietly on the phone.

"...I know. I'm on my way."

A knot tightened in Clara's stomach.

This scene—a hurried departure after an urgent late-night call—had happened far too many times during their marriage.

Bad memories began to pull her down again.

Hearing the door open, Rhys ended the call and straightened up to look at her. In the dim light, his features seemed even colder and sharper.

"Did I wake you?" he asked in a low voice.

"I wasn't asleep." Clara took a couple of steps forward. "Are you... going out?"

Rhys nodded, not hiding anything. "Aunt Mia just called. My grandfather's in the ICU. It doesn't look good. She asked me to come right away."

Clara was taken aback.

She had no fondness for the Huntington family. They were calculating, cold, and had turned Rhys into the unfeeling man he used to be.

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