The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 483

At three in the afternoon, Clara decided to take her son downstairs to the supermarket.

With the holidays approaching, they weren't short on big-ticket items, but they still needed to stock up on everyday necessities and fresh groceries.

Besides, her parents were coming to stay for a few days, and Mia's family was coming for dinner on New Year's Day.

This would be the first time since she and Rhys had broken the ice that they would be hosting elders as a complete family.

Clara actually took this meal very seriously.

She wanted Mia to see that Rhys was doing well. Aunt Mia had worried about her nephew for the better part of her life; it was time she had some peace of mind.

Rhys had taken his medication and was starting to feel drowsy, but when he heard Clara at the door telling Felix to put on his hat, he immediately strode over, grabbing his down jacket from the coat rack and shrugging it on.

"I'll go with you."

Clara looked up at him. "What for? It just snowed. You barely slept last night and you spent all morning playing with Felix. Stay home."

"The supermarket is close. I won't be cold," Rhys tried to argue. "I can help carry things. You can't manage all those groceries by yourself with Felix in tow."

Clara found this amusing.

Back in Heron Bay, she'd managed to walk through downpours holding groceries in one hand, a crying Felix in the other, and an umbrella somehow. When had she ever not been able to carry things?

"The supermarket has carts, and it's so close. I can handle it."

She stood up, pulled the half-worn jacket off Rhys, and hung it back up. "If you don't want to rest, then tidy up the guest room. My parents are coming to stay in a few days. Felix and I will be back soon."

Rhys knew she was determined not to let him go out.

He was a hundred percent against it, but right now, he didn't dare, nor did he want, to defy anything she said.

He nodded, bent down to kiss her forehead, then leaned down to pinch Felix's little cheek.

"Be safe, then. Call me anytime if you need anything," Rhys instructed, his eyes glued to Clara, unable to tear them away.

He knew she was just going downstairs to buy groceries and would be back in an hour at most, but he couldn't pull his gaze from her.

It felt as if the moment he let go, she would disappear somewhere out of his sight.

As if all of this was just a hyper-realistic dream he was having during a feverish night.

"I know."

Clara took Felix's hand and pushed the door open.

The moment the door closed, Rhys stood in the entryway, an inexplicable emptiness hitting his chest, followed by an unspeakable anxiety.

He raised a hand and pressed his brow.

*Get a grip.*

He couldn't work himself into a cold sweat every time Clara went out to buy groceries.

He turned and walked toward the guest room, starting to make the bed.

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