The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 171

Clara turned back to look at him.

Which part? He had said so much today.

But whether it was his self-introduction or the casual small talk, none of it seemed like a lie.

Noah clearly didn't intend for her to dwell on it. "Alright, now that your mom is at ease, I should get going. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, message me immediately."

Clara nodded and walked him to the door.

Back in the living room, Clara stared at the refrigerator and rubbed her belly.

Ever since her morning sickness had subsided, her cravings had become bizarre and demanding. She had always preferred tart fruits, but now the craving for sourness was intense. The fruit she had just eaten—which her mom claimed was sweet—had tasted bland to her. Chewing a strawberry was like biting into nothing at all, just pulp and disappointment.

She wanted something sour. Something aggressively sour and spicy.

The moment the thought took root, Clara couldn't sit still. Her lethargic spirit suddenly roused with energy.

The next day, Simon was blocked at the doorway the moment he arrived.

When he told her to act like a pregnant woman and take it easy, she went full dramatic—swearing she'd drop right there if she didn't get exactly what she wanted.

Simon could only sigh and accept his fate.

"Fine, fine. As long as you're willing to eat, I'd fetch you a steak made of unicorn meat, let alone Spaghetti Bolognese."

Clara beamed and rushed to change her clothes.

Eating was one thing, but she had been cooped up indoors for two days. The weather was rare and beautiful, and she desperately wanted fresh air.

Simon was worried about the cold and slippery roads and had intended to get takeout, but seeing her pleading eyes, he swallowed his refusal.

The place Clara wanted was famous in Brighton City for its tomato meat sauce pasta. It was located on Riverside Boulevard, not far from Shady Lane—a twenty-minute drive at most.

It was an old, hole-in-the-wall diner where the tables always felt like they had a permanent layer of grease that no amount of scrubbing could remove.

Simon pulled out wet wipes, scowled, and wiped the table down twice before he finally sat.

"Two orders of Spaghetti Bolognese! And a large Spicy Chicken!" Simon shouted toward the service window.

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