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.

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