The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 180

"Or," she continued, "we can stop obsessing over what we've lost. Stand by the window and look at what's outside. That's pretty nice, too."

Another comment floated across the screen:

[You're right. We don't look back.]

Rhys furrowed his brow.

Such decisive words, such a clear-headed tone.

He comforted himself again: "It's a good thing this isn't Clara."

Otherwise, every single word she spoke was aimed directly at him.

Rhys turned off his phone.

That day in the car, Clara had asked him: if he thought she was immature, why did he get together with her?

He hadn't given a direct answer then.

The answer was actually simple.

Because Clara was dazzling. She was intense and direct—a type of person he had never encountered before. She shone so brightly that even someone like him, who had always walked in the shadows, couldn't help but want to get closer. He couldn't refuse her.

When the livestream ended, it was already 10:30 PM.

Clara took off her headphones and stretched.

Her back ached from sitting too long. She braced herself against the edge of the desk to stand up, but after just two steps, a spasm seized her calf.

Clara stumbled, barely catching herself on the back of the chair.

A leg cramp.

The doctor had warned her that calcium deficiency during pregnancy meant leg cramps would be common, especially at night.

In the past, whenever she cramped up in the middle of the night, she only had to make a small noise of pain, and Rhys, no matter how deep his sleep, would roll out of bed. He would hold her ankle, flex her foot back, and patiently massage it out.

He would coax her gently while he did it.

Now, she was the only one in the room. Clara gritted her teeth, forcing her leg straight, waiting for the spasm to pass.

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill. It wasn't just because of the pain.

She was actually quite soft-hearted and spoiled.

But she quickly wiped the tears away.

"Stop being pathetic."

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