The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 27

Rhys pushed open the office door, holding a freshly completed accident analysis report, his steps brisk.

A few people who had been huddled together whispering saw him enter and immediately buried their heads, pretending to read case files.

"Captain Huntington."

"Rhys."

Rhys tossed his car keys onto the desk and took off his jacket, hanging it on the back of his chair.

The night hadn't been peaceful.

Margot was settled, but he hadn't even had time to close his eyes. His brow revealed an irritation that was hard to conceal.

Just as he sat down, the feeling of being watched returned.

He lifted his eyes, his gaze sweeping coldly over Jason, who was nearest.

"Everyone got nothing to do?"

Jason's eyes darted around, stammering without getting a word out.

Zachary Hale sauntered over with a teasing grin.

"Not bad, Rhys, playing it cool? Even though our discipline is strict, the Chief would have to commend you for this wave of PR."

Rhys frowned slightly, impatience written on his face.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You really don't know?"

Zachary shoved his phone screen in front of Rhys. "Then take a look. It's gone viral all over the net. 'Most Handsome Traffic Cop Protects Beauty in Snow.' Tsk tsk."

Rhys looked over. The first thing he saw was the photo.

There were nearly ten thousand comments underneath, all swooning over them.

Rhys stared at the red string in the photo, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the desk, the rhythm a bit erratic.

Seeing someone had started it, Jason got excited too and asked gossipy, "Rhys, Mrs. Huntington didn't make you sleep on the couch, did she?"

Just as he was about to tell Jason to get lost, the dimwit added another dagger.

"The guys in the squad were saying Clara is so generous, she surely understands it was a special situation. Besides, I ran into Clara that morning, and she looked... pretty normal."

In the eyes of the squad, Clara was Rhys's top fangirl.

Clara used to come to the station often to deliver food, smiling beautifully, calling him "My Rhys" with every breath. She was famously clingy.

Rhys furrowed his brow, his gaze darkening.

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