The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 142

Margot lowered her head, her expression shifting.

In the past, whenever she cried pain, he would give her whatever she wanted.

Even at his wedding, even on important anniversaries.

But now, with Clara gone and the baby lost, why did he seem even more distant?

A knock sounded on the car window.

"Hi—are you the owner of the car with the plate ending in 504?"

Rhys nodded. "Yes. Sorry to trouble you."

Seeing this, Margot could only grit her teeth and reluctantly switch to the back seat.

The middle-aged driver nimbly stowed his folding bike in the trunk and slid into the driver's seat.

When he saw Rhys's face, he grinned.

"Oh hey, it's Rhys!"

Rhys looked over.

He remembered this man. One afternoon, he had handled a motorcycle accident involving a minor, and that evening, he had hired a designated driver who turned out to be the father involved in that very accident.

Rhys nodded briefly.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, chatting casually. "Last time I saw you was back in the summer."

Rhys gave a noncommittal "Mmh," not really in the mood to talk.

"You'd had a bit too much to drink that time. Your wife was right there wiping sweat off your forehead. She even told me to turn the AC up, worried you'd catch a cold."

That had been one of the few times he'd lost composure.

His unit had been helping Major Crimes track down a fugitive. Later, at the celebratory dinner, he'd drunk too many mixed drinks. The alcohol hit him hard and fast, and he blacked out.

He only remembered waking up in the master bedroom at Riverside Court, with Clara slumped by the bed, a towel still clutched in her hand.

So, on the way back that day, had she held him like that?

How had she managed to get him upstairs all by herself?

"Where is she? Why didn't she come along today?" the driver asked cheerfully. "For a second there, I thought I'd recognized the wrong car."

Rhys swallowed hard, but he said nothing.

In the shadows of the back seat, Margot suddenly spoke up softly.

"Sir, please just focus on driving. I get car sick and need some quiet."

The driver looked a bit embarrassed, quickly shut his mouth, and signaled to merge onto the main road.

Silence returned to the car. Rhys closed his eyes.

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