The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 29

Clara moved extremely fast, swiping her thumb to instantly darken the screen.

She turned over, meeting Rhys's gaze in the moonlight coming through the window.

"Spam text." Clara kept a straight face, casually stuffing the phone back under her pillow. "Is Captain Huntington checking this too? Occupational habit kicking in?"

Rhys was a bit annoyed. Sending such a long paragraph in the middle of the night—what kind of spam text could that be?

"I'm just concerned about you."

Rhys withdrew the hand that had been reaching for her phone and lay back down, pulling the blanket up to cover her exposed, rounded shoulder.

"Who is Daniel? A guy?"

Sure enough, he had seen the name.

Clara let out a scoff and turned back over.

"He sells insurance. Do you want to buy some? Just list me as the beneficiary."

Rhys was left speechless.

He pressed up against her from behind, his arm once again draping over her waist, his chin nuzzling against the top of her head.

"Stop looking at useless stuff like that. Go to sleep."

Clara closed her eyes and ignored him.

Yeah, divorce papers... pretty useless to him.

The next day.

Rhys got up later than usual.

When Clara woke up, he was standing in front of the full-length mirror, buttoning his uniform.

She had to admit, some men were just naturally blessed by God.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. Once that uniform was on, the aura of icy restraint was maxed out.

He definitely had the capital to make women flock to him.

She herself was one of them.

Seeing she was awake, Rhys looked at her through the mirror, holding that dark blue tie in his hand, signaling with his eyes.

"Help me tie it."

Before, he wouldn't even have needed to ask.

The moment he made this gesture, Clara would have eagerly run over, tying a Windsor knot for him with a flourish, and sneaking a kiss on his Adam's apple while she was at it.

That was her little romantic ritual.

But now?

Clara showed zero intention of getting out of bed.

"Arms are sore. Tie it yourself."

Rhys's hand paused on the tie, his mood visibly darkening.

***

The police squad dinner was set at Harbor Grill.

Clara knew this place well; she used to come here often.

Although Rhys came from the strictly disciplined, wealthy Huntington family, he never put on the airs of a rich young master.

Most of these brothers were ordinary working-class guys, so dining here was affordable and flavorful.

It was a spicy food joint, heavy on the atmosphere and the spice.

When Rhys led Clara through the door, she instinctively clutched her stomach.

The private room was already full. Seeing Rhys bring Clara in, the group of men, who usually did nothing but police work and talk smack, exploded with noise.

"Mrs. Huntington is here!"

"Quick, quick, make room for Mrs. Huntington! Sit next to Captain Huntington!"

Rhys handed his coat to the waiter, pulled out the chair next to the head of the table, and glanced at Clara.

"Sit."

Clara didn't make a scene and sat down obediently.

She had put on full makeup today, looking aggressively beautiful.

Some of the newly assigned rookies had only heard that Captain Huntington had a wife as beautiful as a goddess. Seeing her today, their eyes widened.