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The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 361

Noah stood apart from the crowd, his fingers gripping the patient chart tightly.

"What are you doing here?"

He took a couple of steps closer, his gaze falling on her slightly pale face. "Are you not feeling well?"

"It's not me." Clara averted her eyes, fixing her stare on a button on his white coat. She spoke with difficulty, "It's Rhys."

Noah just looked at her.

Clara forced herself to continue. "He has a fever, a really high one. It just so happened... he was at my place, so I brought him here."

The words sounded so flimsy that even she didn't believe them.

Just happened to be there?

If they were just friends, maybe. If he were a stranger, it could be a coincidence.

But this was Rhys.

And if it was just a coincidence, why hadn't she said anything when Noah texted her earlier?

The phrase "it just so happened" couldn't hide the chain of events, nor could it conceal the softness in her heart.

Noah didn't press her, simply nodding. "Is it serious? Do you need me to put in a word with someone?"

"No, that's okay," Clara quickly refused. "He's already been settled in an observation room, and his aunt is with him. You don't need to go to the trouble."

Noah murmured his assent, his eyes dropping to the car keys clutched in her hand.

"So, are you..." he paused, "leaving now?"

The keys were in her hand. The patient's family was already here. From any logical standpoint, her part was done.

Should she leave?

Clara glanced toward the observation room, hesitating. That familiar tearing sensation washed over her again.

"I promised him I'd wait... listen to what he has to say before I go."

Even without looking into Noah's eyes, she could feel the warmth in his gaze slowly turning cold.

Noah was silent for a long moment before replying, "Okay."

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