The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 183

Simon gripped the steering wheel, glancing periodically at Clara.

"Clara..."

He held back as long as he could, then hesitated before asking, "You saw them just now, didn't you?"

He had recognized Rhys's car in the parking lot and knew immediately it was going to be a disaster. Seeing Clara return in less than ten minutes confirmed it. She didn't look hysterical, but knowing Clara, she had definitely run into them.

Clara nodded. "I saw them. The three of them looked quite happy."

How could she miss him? The black umbrella, that tall, upright figure—she had chased him for five years; she would recognize his silhouette even if he turned to ash. But the person he sheltered under his umbrella had never been her.

Simon paused, realizing what "three of them" implied, and slammed his hand against the steering wheel in anger.

"He brought that snob and that bitch to pay respects to Mr. Huntington? Is he trying to get Mr. Huntington to flip his coffin lid and slap him from the afterlife?"

"It doesn't matter," Clara said. "I just went to say goodbye anyway."

A piercing sound of tires fighting asphalt tore through the air.

Inertia threw Clara forward violently before the seatbelt snapped her back into the seat. Her first instinct was to cover her lower abdomen with both hands, her face draining of color.

"Simon, are you crazy? Drive properly!"

"It's not me! It's the lunatic ahead of us!"

Simon looked shaken, pointing through the windshield.

Clara looked up. An SUV swerved in front of them so close it nearly kissed Simon's bumper, forcing them to a stop. It was a reckless, suicidal intercept—absolute road rage behavior.

The driver's door flew open, and Rhys stepped out into the mud in his uniform boots. Rhys, still clutching the bouquet of white lilies, slammed the door and strode toward them.

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