The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 19

Leaving the law firm, Clara found an agent and started looking at apartments.

Real estate prices in Brighton City were ridiculously high. Her savings were only enough for a down payment on a one-bedroom place in a remote area.

The agent talked a mile a minute, but Clara didn't hear a word, her mind in a fog.

Until the third day.

Clara was curled up on the sofa, scrolling through a rental app on her phone.

Simon, pinky out, handed her a slice of peeled apple.

"Decided? You're really moving out on your own?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have enough money? If not, I can sponsor you."

Clara took a bite of the apple and mumbled, "I have enough."

Her savings were all earned by herself. She hadn't touched a cent from the card Rhys gave her.

She didn't want his money.

And she didn't want any further ties with him.

The doorbell rang. Simon beamed and trotted toward the door. "It must be Alex forgetting the code again."

Humming a tune, he leaned into the peephole to look, and his face turned to disgust.

"Damn it. Bad penny always turns up."

Clara had a sinking feeling.

Simon turned back, lowering his voice. "The Devil himself is at the door."

Outside, Rhys wore a black coat, looking travel-worn. His hair was a bit messy, dark stubble covered his chin, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Not seeing him for three days, he actually looked a bit ragged.

Clara felt a twinge in her heart, then got angry at herself for her pathetic wavering.

Simon blocked the doorway, asking snarkily, "Captain Huntington, to what do we owe the honor?"

"I'm looking for Clara." Rhys's voice was hoarse. "Tell her to come out. I need to explain."

He had been incredibly busy these past two days. Clara wouldn't reply to messages or answer calls, so he had to come grab her himself.

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