The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 295

Clara ignored him and turned to nudge Noah.

"You should go upstairs and take a shower, change your clothes. You're soaked, you'll catch a cold."

Noah looked at her.

Clara's hair was also damp, sticking to the side of her face. Her complexion was pale, whether from the chill or the shock, but her beautiful eyes reflected only him, filled with concern and urgency.

She didn't spare a single glance for the other man in the room.

In those few seconds of eye contact, the tension in Noah's posture eased.

He took her hand.

"Your hands are freezing," Noah said with a frown. "You were out in the rain too. Don't just worry about me."

"I'm fine. You got blood on you. Go get changed."

"Alright." Noah released her hand, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment. "Call me if you need anything. I'll be upstairs."

Clara nodded and added, "Don't scare Felix."

Watching them, Rhys felt as if his fever was really setting in.

Otherwise, why would the wound on his shoulder feel like someone had poured salt on it, a searing pain that drilled straight to his heart?

Noah's footsteps faded around the corner.

Outside, the wind howled, and the heavy rain hammered against the glass with a dull thud.

Clara's mother watched from the side, her heart pounding with anxiety.

"He's… he's lost so much blood," she whispered. "Shouldn't we try calling 911 again? What if something happens during the night…"

"The bridge is closed," Clara's father sighed beside her. "Don't make things more complicated. Noah already took care of it."

"But he…" Clara's mother was still hesitant.

After all, the person lying there wasn't just any injured man.

Clara coaxed her parents upstairs. "Mom, you two go rest. We'll handle things down here, don't worry."

Clara's father glanced at the man on the sofa, then pulled his wife, who kept looking back, toward the stairs.

One for her parents, one for her, one for Felix, one for Simon and Alex, one for Noah, and one that served as a room for the nanny.

Even Daniel and Emily had to stay at a hotel. There really wasn't a spare guest room for him.

But more importantly, she didn't want him to stay.

This Rhys, covered in scars, was unfamiliar and dangerous to her.

She didn't want to know where the scars came from, didn't want to think about why he was in Heron Bay, and especially didn't want Felix to have any more contact with him.

"I'm not trying to stay."

Rhys shifted, and his hand shot out, grabbing a corner of Clara's shirt.

Clara froze, looking down.

The hand was well-defined, the knuckles prominent. The back of it was still marked with small cuts from the tree branches.

"Clara." He whispered her name. "Can you please not make me leave?"