The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 372

Clara asked, "What did you bet on?"

"On who you would choose in the end."

Noah looked up and said calmly, "I told him you'd changed, that you wanted stability. That you needed a partner with emotional stability, a complete family. So, you would definitely choose me."

"And him?"

"He didn't believe it." Noah smiled, but there was no mirth in his eyes. "He bet that you'd never forgotten him all these years."

"Back then, I thought he was arrogant and conceited. Now, it looks like he was the one who won."

Clara frowned and retorted, "I didn't choose him. It's just..."

"It's just that you can't abandon him."

Noah cut her off, not allowing her to offer any more self-deceiving excuses.

"I don't blame you, Clara." He took a step closer to her. "It's not your fault. Anyone in this situation would find it hard to walk away cleanly. It's human nature, and it's one of the things I love about you."

"But I still want to ask you two questions."

Clara saw his expression turn unusually serious, and her heart began to beat erratically.

"First question: from the first time we met here until now, have you ever, even for a single moment, felt lucky that I was the one by your side these past few years?"

The question struck her heart, and Clara was momentarily speechless.

Of course she had.

Many times, for long periods.

In the three-plus years before Rhys reappeared, as long as Felix was happy, she hadn't really cared about her own romantic life.

But she always felt she owed Noah too much and had more than once considered making their relationship official.

Noah would always look thoughtful, then smile. "It doesn't matter to me. When you can one day take Felix back to Brighton City without any burdens, we can talk about it then."

At that time, Clara didn't know what she felt.

She truly didn't know.

It wasn't sadness or disappointment, but it wasn't relief either.

It was more... ambivalence.

If Noah wasn't in a hurry, that was fine. If Noah was in a hurry, that was also fine.

But the emotion Noah's question pointed to was too explicit for her to answer.

Clara covered her face in anguish, still trying to figure out how to respond when she heard him again.

"Alright, second question."

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