The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 480

Lying in this room felt strange.

They were at her parents' house, after all. On the other side of the wall were her parents and her son. Last night's impulsive passion was one thing, but lounging around together in broad daylight was another.

She didn't even want to think about how good the soundproofing was. This old house had thin walls…

No, she couldn't think about it. If she kept thinking, she might just jump out the window.

"Clara."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for letting me come home."

Clara looked at his earnest expression, and that soft, aching feeling returned.

From last night to this morning, Rhys must have been on an emotional rollercoaster.

For someone who hadn't had the concept of "home" since he was thirteen, those words carried immense weight.

He could finally believe, truly believe, that he had been forgiven.

Clara reached up and touched the arch of his brow.

"Rhys, we don't need to say 'thank you' or 'sorry' to each other anymore. We have a long life ahead of us. Your main priority right now is to get healthy."

Rhys's eyes grew warm. He took the hand that was on his face and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

"Okay. I'll take good care of myself, so I can live a long life with you and Felix."

They lingered in bed for a few more moments before finally getting up to dress.

The small room didn't offer much space. Rhys turned his back to Clara as he put on his shirt.

Clara's gaze fell on the terrifying scars covering his back. Although she had traced them countless times in the dark last night, seeing them in the morning light still made her heart clench.

She looked away and opened the bedroom door.

Breakfast was already set on the dining table.

It was a simple meal of rice porridge, boiled eggs, and some of her mom's homemade pickles.

The elderly couple and Felix were already halfway through their meal. When they saw Clara and Rhys emerge, Clara's mom's eyes shifted between them, finally landing on her daughter's slightly flushed face and a faint red mark on her neck that she hadn't quite managed to hide.

A small smile touched the old woman's eyes. She looked down and picked up another piece of pickle with her fork.

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