The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 145

At 2:50 PM.

Simon screwed the cap back onto the lip gloss, tossed it into the makeup bag, and took a step back.

Clara sat in the chair, her makeup flawless. She looked vibrant.

"How is it?" Simon lifted Clara's chin, inspecting his work from side to side. "This color really lifts the complexion, right?"

Clara looked at herself in the mirror and pressed her lips together. "Yeah. I look like I just buried a rich husband and I'm on my way to collect the inheritance."

"That's the vibe. We want that energy. Lose the man, not the battle."

Simon patted her shoulder. "When he comes in, just give him that look. Remember, we are here to notify him, not to negotiate with him."

Clara nodded.

There were two knocks on the door before the receptionist pushed it open and stepped aside.

"Mr. Reed, Ms. Bridges, Mr. Huntington has arrived."

Daniel nodded. "Send him in."

Rhys walked in.

He had come in a rush; he was wearing a jacket over his police uniform, having not even taken the time to change.

Seeing Clara, his steps faltered, his expression freezing for a second.

He had expected to see a haggard Clara waiting for his comfort.

But the woman before him was exquisitely made up, her lips a striking red.

For a moment, Rhys felt off-balance, like the room had shifted.

It was like returning to years ago, when she was wild and spirited on the campus of Ashton University.

The anxiety at the bottom of his heart smoothed out slightly, and he let out a small breath of relief.

If she had the mood to dress up, it meant her health was recovering well, not as bad as he had imagined.

He walked over, habitually opening his arms, wanting to pull her into a hug like every time they had made up after a fight before.

"Clara..."

The embrace never closed.

Clara raised her hand, making a "stop" gesture.

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