The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 223

By the seventh month of pregnancy, Clara's lower body was suffering from severe edema.

She was half-reclining on the sofa, holding half an iced coconut in her hand.

The little one inside was growing too fast. While her figure hadn't changed much elsewhere, her legs were bearing the brunt of the pressure.

Her calves and ankles were swollen a full size larger. If she pressed a finger against her skin, it left a pit that took forever to bounce back.

She inhaled sharply, trying to shift her position. As soon as she moved, a cramp seized her calf muscle.

"Ouch..."

Before she could bend down to reach it, a shadow fell over her.

Noah crouched in front of her, placing his hands on her swollen calf. He began to massage and press with just the right amount of pressure.

"Does it hurt here?"

Clara felt a bit embarrassed and tried to pull her foot back. "It's fine, I can rub it myself. Letting a Chief Surgeon massage my legs... the hospital director would have a heart attack if he knew."

Noah looked up, a smile in his eyes. "Doctors exist to serve patients. It's no different than treating a child. Don't move, or you'll cramp up again tonight."

The aching soreness was gradually replaced by a warm sense of relief. Clara's furrowed brow relaxed as she looked at the man with his head bowed over her work.

Every week, he would pick a day or two to fly out to Heron Bay.

The timing wasn't fixed, even if it was just to share a meal.

When Clara asked once, he simply said, "The hospital wants to expand its social media presence. Uncle Winston said I could help out."

Later, every time he returned from meeting Winston, he would bring bags of supplies, sticking to the excuse of "employee benefits."

But more often than not, he was doing this—silently alleviating her physical discomfort.

Here, Simon was the loud, entertaining jester.

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