The Captain I Married by Chance novel Chapter 437

Since Clara had practically saved their lives, Robin should be just as devastated as her brother, right?

So why wasn't she here today?

"She hasn't been feeling well. She's resting at the hospital."

A dark look flashed through Nora's eyes.

"I see."

"Go finish your paperwork."

Ronan nodded and hurried after Julia.

Nora stood in the morgue, lost in thought for a long time before finally walking out.

On the walk back to the Special Task Force building, she pulled out her phone.

Her message to Nathan had been left on read.

Nora frowned, a knot of frustration tightening in her chest.

She knew Nathan possessed a deeply possessive, jealous streak, but she hadn't expected him to completely ice her out just because she accidentally dropped Aaron's name.

Suppressing a sigh, she started mentally running through strategies to soothe the brooding detective.

As she passed the main entrance of the precinct, a familiar silhouette caught the corner of her eye.

*Oh, hell no.*

She picked up her pace, desperate to make a clean getaway, but the figure spotted her first and shouted her name with nauseating enthusiasm.

"Nora!"

Nora had dated Aaron Wells for seven years, and this was absolutely the first time he had ever called her name like she was his literal savior.

It wasn't hard to guess just how much psychological torture Leonard and Mia Hayes had put him through recently.

Nora wasn't the least bit surprised, nor did it bring her any vindictive joy.

As far as she was concerned, once everything was out in the open, a good ex should simply pretend to be dead.

But Aaron lacked even a shred of self-awareness and actually had the audacity to seek her out.

It was endlessly irritating, like scraping gum off the bottom of her shoe.

Nora spun on her heel and walked the other way.

Nathan had thrown a fit just because she mentioned Aaron's name.

Predictably, she couldn't just leave him screaming like a lunatic on police property. With a face like thunder, she marched over to him.

"What the hell do you want, Aaron?"

Aaron stared at her with a sickening, greedy intensity.

He hadn't seen her in weeks, and she looked more radiant and stunning than ever.

In the past, she always looked on the verge of collapsing.

Crushed by her mother's illness, her grueling shifts at the morgue, and the exhausting weight of a relationship that felt like a long-distance struggle even when they lived in the same city.

Even when she forced a smile for him, her eyes had always been clouded with exhaustion.

Aaron had always hated that version of her.

He knew perfectly well that her suffering was justified, and that he was entirely unhelpful in alleviating it.

But he hadn't cared. He believed that as his girlfriend, her sole purpose was to provide him with positive emotional value.

Otherwise, why wouldn't he just date someone else?

That toxic logic was exactly what allowed him to soak up all her sacrifices while feeling zero guilt about sleeping behind her back.