The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 30

She completely outshone every female officer.

The food was served quickly.

Looking around, the whole table was a sea of red. Even the plate of greens had dried chili peppers floating on top.

Two years ago, Clara could handle really spicy food just fine. She loved spicy food, and Rhys used to scold her often for it.

But as the saying goes, things are different now.

Clara felt like someone had stuffed a handful of broken glass into her stomach. Before she even ate, it was already starting to throb with pain.

"Come on, let's toast Captain Huntington and Mrs. Huntington first!"

Zachary led the toast, using all his perceptiveness to hype the atmosphere.

"Wishing Captain Huntington and Mrs. Huntington a lifetime of happiness and starting a family soon! Also, celebrating the huge success of Captain Huntington's image campaign—the whole internet is praising our traffic cops for having warmth!"

Rhys raised his glass, his expression indifferent. He didn't want to engage with that topic.

"Enough. Even food can't stop your mouth."

There was a glass of alcohol in front of Clara too. She was just about to pick it up when Rhys reached out and blocked it.

"She's not drinking. We're trying for a baby."

The cheering got louder.

"Oh oh oh! Got it, got it!"

"Go for it, Captain Huntington! Try to have twins by next year!"

Clara grabbed a fresh glass, got herself some juice, and clinked it against Zachary's.

"I'm not feeling well, so tea instead of wine. As for 'starting a family soon'..."

She paused, then let out a light laugh. "Let's leave it to fate. After all, Captain Huntington is busy. Between overtime and saving people, he really doesn't have the time."

The table went silent for a second.

One side just mentioned preparing for pregnancy, and the other said he didn't have time.

There were hidden meanings in her words.

But everyone just assumed the couple was having a small spat. After all, beautiful women had tempers. They laughed it off and moved on.

Rhys frowned slightly but said nothing, downing his drink.

Putting down the glass, he picked up his fork and, uncharacteristically, placed a piece of spicy chicken into Clara's plate.

"Eat it while it's hot. Didn't you use to love this?"

Clara stared at the meat in her bowl, her stomach twitching again.

Patricia, a female officer in the squad, got chatty after a little alcohol.

"Hey, Captain Huntington, I want to gossip about something."

Rhys was in a decent mood and actually gave a rare smile. "Say it."

"It's about Margot," Patricia blinked. "Is she dating someone?"

Clara was desperately drinking water in the gaps to suppress her stomach pain. Hearing this, she couldn't feel her stomach anymore; all her senses focused on her ears.

Rhys's expression faded slightly. "Haven't heard about it."

"That's not right!" Patricia pulled out her phone. "Look at her social media moments, posted half an hour ago. This definitely looks like a token of love from a boyfriend. It must have cost a fortune."

She flashed her phone screen toward the center of the table, directly facing Rhys and Clara.

Clara glanced at it.

Just one look, and the blood in her entire body ran cold.

The wrist in the photo was wearing a diamond-encrusted bracelet.

[A gift that warms you from the inside, even in the deepest cold.]

That bracelet was exactly the same as the one on her own wrist.