The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 34

He wasn't even willing to put in a little effort, not even to pick a different style.

Clara asked, "Since it was to make her happy, you should have just given it to her. Why give one to me?"

Rhys fell silent. "I thought you would like it."

His older brother had told him that no woman dislikes jewelry. If they do, it's just because you didn't give enough, or it wasn't expensive enough.

Clara felt a dull ache in her chest but feigned indifference. "Since the meaning is so touching, give this one to her too. Make it a matching set."

Rhys slammed on the brakes. "Clara, stop being dramatic."

Inertia threw Clara's body forward, and the seatbelt dug into her stomach, causing a sharp burst of pain.

She couldn't hold it back and hissed, curling up tightly.

Rhys, originally full of anger, instantly cooled down upon hearing her cry of pain.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over, reaching for her hand.

"Are you okay? Did you hit something?"

Clara shook off his hand. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat. Through gritted teeth, she said, "Just drive the car. Stop acting crazy."

Looking at her pale face, Rhys finally realized something was wrong.

She was actually in pain.

"We're going to the hospital."

He restarted the car and pulled a U-turn toward the nearest hospital.

"I'm not going. I want to go home."

"Don't make a sense. You're in this much pain."

"I said I'm not going!" Clara shouted, tears falling. "I am not going to the hospital! I want to go home!"

She wouldn't go to the hospital.

She didn't want to see the hallway where he and Margot had walked side by side. She didn't want to see the chair where he had knelt on one knee to feed her water.

Rhys was stunned by her shout.

This was the first time Clara had ever hysterically refused to go to the hospital.

Seeing the tears streaming down her face, Rhys felt a strange pang in his heart and compromised.

"Painkillers."

She took off her coat. The golden bracelet was still hanging on her wrist.

Clara lowered her head and started to undo the clasp.

The clasp that refused to open in the bathroom earlier was slippery now, perhaps from sweat, and clicked open instantly.

The heavy bracelet fell into her palm.

She tossed it casually. It landed in the trash can in the corner.

Rhys's face darkened instantly.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Clara felt annoyed. "I told you to give it to Margot, but you didn't want to. I think it's an eyesore, so I threw it away. What about it?"

Rhys stood by the bed, staring at the trash can for a long time.

Eventually, he bent down, picked the bracelet out of the trash, and placed it on the nightstand.

"If you don't want to wear it, put it away. Don't throw temper tantrums like a child."