The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 543

Simon took a careless bite of his apple. "It doesn't matter if he hates to see me go, my mind is made up. In two months max, I'll fly straight back to Brighton City. I've already picked out the office space for our new company. It's that brand new high-rise downtown, and the location is absolutely perfect."

Clara chimed in, "Alright, alright, whatever you say. Just don't actually piss your uncle off. Have a lawyer look over your termination contract, don't just sign things blindly by yourself."

"I know. I'm planning to ask Mr. Reed. He's been staring at Emily's stomach so much lately he's about to lose his mind, so he needs a distraction," Simon muttered, then glanced at Noah, who hadn't said much. "Hey, what are you up to?"

Noah replied, "Listening to you two chat. It's relaxing."

Simon rolled his eyes. "I'm practically being held hostage by your uncle, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"Not at all," Noah answered smoothly, then asked, "How is Felix doing lately? Is he getting any better?"

Thinking of how much Felix had been embracing his true self recently, Clara's eyes softened. "Much better. Just the other day he said that when Daddy Noah comes back, he's going to show you his new sticker chart."

"Good, tell him I'll be waiting." Noah nodded, checking the time. "Don't stay up too late, I need to get back to work."

"Alright, go do your thing." Simon waved him off.

The three of them said their goodbyes, and the screen went dark.

It was two in the afternoon in Zurich. Noah leaned back in his chair, staring at the black computer screen, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The video call hadn't been long, less than twenty minutes. He mostly listened, chiming in occasionally.

It was no different from before.

The only difference was that now, he found it remarkably easy to pull himself away from that picture.

"Mr. Carter."

"What is it?"

Chloe leaned over the desk, pointing at the document. "The report."

Noah gave a brief hum of acknowledgment and looked down to review it.

He was always entirely focused when he worked, exuding a quiet and meticulous aura. Chloe watched him for a moment before she couldn't help but speak up.

"You hung up the video call really fast today. Did I interrupt your chat?"

Noah's hand paused as he turned a page. "If you remember to knock before you come in next time, it won't be an interruption."

"I did knock!" Chloe shot back quietly. "Maybe I just knocked a little too softly and you didn't hear..."

Before she could finish, her stomach let out a loud rumble.

Chloe's words died in her throat.

Her face flushed bright red, the color spreading all the way down to her neck as she instinctively clutched her stomach.

"I... I just drank too much water..."

Noah looked up at her.

When he had arrived at eight that morning, Chloe was already there, with nothing but a cup of coffee on her desk.

"Have you eaten anything since you walked into the lab?" Noah sighed. "I highly doubt a researcher who's about to pass out from low blood sugar can write a decent report."

Clutching her stomach, Chloe stubbornly insisted, "I'm not hungry."

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