The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 189

The hand resting on her forehead paused the moment the name left her lips.

It smelled faintly of antiseptic. It was dry and warm, but it wasn't the hand from her memories.

"How many times are you going to call for him?"

The man's voice sounded helpless.

Clara blinked hard, struggling to focus her vision.

It wasn't Rhys.

Noah's gentle face was close, his brow furrowed with concern as he bent over her.

Clara let out a breath, her tense body relaxing into the mattress, though she was still dazed.

"...It's you."

"Yeah." Noah withdrew his hand and pulled a digital ear thermometer from his pocket.

"One hundred point six."

He checked the reading, his expression softening slightly.

"You have a fever. Didn't you feel it?"

Clara shook her head blankly. "I thought... I was just tired."

"The temperature isn't dangerously high, but for a pregnant woman, it's the borderline."

Noah assessed her condition. "Any other symptoms? Sore throat? Any abdominal pain or spotting?"

Clara swallowed, her throat feeling like sandpaper. "Throat's dry. Little dizzy."

Noah stood up immediately. He went to the living room and returned with a glass of warm water, supporting the back of her neck to help her sit up.

"Drink slowly."

Clara drank most of the glass with his help, finally extinguishing the burning sensation in her throat.

"Thank you." She leaned back against the pillows, feeling awkward. "How did you get in?"

"Simon was worried before he left, so he gave me the spare key. He told me to check on you after work no matter what."

Noah was straightforward. "I knocked for five minutes and called you seven times. If I didn't have the key, I was about to break the lock."

He paused, his gaze lingering on her face for a second before shifting away. "Good thing I came in. A high fever isn't good for Peanut."

Clara panicked. "Is the baby okay?"

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