The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 33

Daniel remained calm.

"Since Mr. Huntington isn't interested, I won't disturb you."

He looked at Clara. "Miss Bridges, my proposal is valid at any time. Feel free to contact me."

With that, Daniel nodded slightly and turned to leave.

Rhys's expression darkened.

"What proposal?"

"An insurance claim proposal," Clara improvised. "In case something happens one day, at least I can count on the payout to survive."

"Nonsense." Rhys frowned deeply, reaching out to check her forehead. "Why are you sweating so much?"

Clara turned her head to dodge him, not wanting his touch.

"I don't feel well. It's cold sweat."

Hearing that she wasn't feeling well, Rhys's tone softened. "If you're sick, let's go home."

The two returned to the private room.

The group was still drinking happily. Zachary was standing on a chair playing a drinking game. Seeing them return, he was about to call out but was silenced by Rhys's cold look.

"Mrs. Huntington doesn't look too good."

By now, Clara wasn't just pale; her lips were white. She squeezed out a smile and grabbed her bag. "Take your time eating. I'm leaving first."

"Leaving already? It's still early!"

"Mrs. Huntington, stay a bit longer!"

As the group tried to keep her, Rhys picked up his coat and put it on decisively.

"She's not feeling well. I'm taking her home. I've already paid the bill, so enjoy yourselves."

A cheer erupted in the room.

"Captain Huntington is generous!"

"Thank you, Captain! Thank you, Mrs. Huntington!"

Rhys nodded. Carrying Clara's bag in one hand and holding her waist with the other, he led her out.

Clara tried to push him away, but Rhys tightened his grip, keeping her firmly against him.

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "There are a lot of people in the team. They don't have a filter when they talk about the bracelet. Don't take it to heart."

She was too quiet.

In the past, she never stayed idle in the passenger seat. Her mouth would be chattering away, and she'd reach over to scratch his palm, demanding he drive with one hand so he could hold hers.

Now, both her hands were tucked into her coat sleeves, and she was curled into a ball, looking like she wanted to be eight miles away from him.

Rhys felt a vague irritation.

It was red light. Rhys stopped the car, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and finally couldn't help breaking the silence.

"Did you throw up earlier?"

Clara didn't open her eyes. "Yeah."

"Besides throwing up, where else does it hurt?"

"Stomachache."

Rhys's brow twitched.

"The sales clerk recommended the bracelet. She said it was a new limited edition with a good meaning, so I bought two. Margot's was a Christmas gift from a brother to a sister. Don't overthink it."

Clara thought to herself, "So that justifies buying two identical ones?"