The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 219

Cameron had rounds early the next morning, so he left shortly after eating.

The three remaining young people were still drinking.

Mostly, it was Simon dragging Emily into a drinking contest, with Alex providing cover by secretly pouring Simon's share of the liquor into the tea bucket.

By past midnight, Emily finally passed out.

Simon and Alex carried her back to her room. Before going to bed, they specifically booked a cleaning service for the next day so Clara and Noah wouldn't have to clean up the mess.

At 2:00 AM, Clara woke up.

The dull ache in her hips—a stubborn companion of her second trimester—made sleep impossible. After tossing and turning for an hour, she gave up and decided to walk it off.

She threw on a shawl and went out to the terrace.

By the terrace railing stood a tall, slender figure.

Hearing the noise, Noah turned sideways.

Moonlight fell on his shoulders, his white shirt billowing slightly in the breeze. He looked elegant yet solitary.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Yeah, just a bit of insomnia," Clara said, walking over to join him. "What about you? Still getting settled into a new place?"

"A little." Noah turned, leaning his back against the railing to make room for her. "The vibe here is much better than in Brighton City."

Clara stepped forward, resting her hands on the railing.

It was indeed better.

The environment, the scenery, and the people in Heron Bay were all good.

The two stood side by side for a while without speaking.

Clara lowered her eyes, her heart fluctuating like the ocean waves below.

Although she talked about starting over, when the night fell silent, she couldn't help but feel lost about the future.

"Noah."

"What?"

"Do you think... children from single-parent families really have personality defects? I see a lot of parenting experts online saying so."

Director Sterling said pregnancy caused mood swings and told her to relax, but she couldn't help feeling anxious.

Noah looked at her tightly pursed lips and pointed at the sky.

"Clara, look at the moon."

Clara looked up.

Tonight wasn't a full moon; a piece of it was missing.

She answered groggily, and Simon started shouting immediately: "Clara! Get up! Stop sleeping!"

Clara held the phone away from her ear. "Is the house on fire?"

"Worse than a fire!"

Simon lowered his voice, sounding agitated. "That big investor is back! He specifically asked to see me! You need to come, he's our major backer. Let's go together—if I faint, at least you can call 911."

Clara woke up instantly.

The boss who had leased an entire building in Heron Bay as an incubation base?

She didn't dare delay, quickly washing up and changing clothes.

When she went downstairs, Noah was already helping Clara's dad water the flowers.

Seeing Clara come down, he asked, "Going out?"

Clara paused when she saw him.

He was dressed more formally than usual today, in a white shirt and black trousers. In the months she'd known him, she hadn't really seen him dress like this.

"Yeah, Simon has an emergency. That mysterious boss is back."

Noah: "I was just going to buy coffee. I'll give you a lift."

Clara didn't stand on ceremony. "Thanks, I appreciate it."