The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 451

After dinner, Rhys drove Clara and Felix back to Riverside Court.

The halos of the streetlights swept across his profile through the car window, and the persistent ache in his chest finally found a moment of peace that evening.

At the dinner table, Clara's parents had been happy, and Rhys, for once, had been treated with warmth by his elders. The atmosphere had been so harmonious that Clara hadn't managed to stop her son from reaching for the sweet date cakes.

After a few pieces of steak and two large cakes, Felix had been rubbing his stomach and complaining of discomfort in the car.

Rhys glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror.

"We'll give him a digestive aid when we get home. If he's still uncomfortable, I'll take him to the ER."

Clara shook her head. "He doesn't need the hospital, he just overate. Kids have delicate stomachs, and their digestion is slower at night."

Back at Riverside Court, Felix was already squatting in the entryway, clutching his stomach, while they were still changing their shoes. He didn't even have the energy to bother with Orange, the cat, who came to rub against his leg.

Clara immediately found the digestive aid they kept on hand and gave it to Felix.

Normally, at this time after dinner, Felix would be the most energetic one in the house.

He would be tearing through the living room or dumping a huge bin of LEGOs onto the play mat, making a huge racket.

Tonight, however, he was unusually quiet. After taking the medicine, he slumped listlessly in a corner of the sofa, his head nodding off.

Clara gave him a quick wash-up, carried him to bed, and rubbed his stomach for a long time. Once she saw him close his eyes and fall asleep, she quietly closed the door and left.

Later that night, Rhys went to the kitchen for a glass of warm water, planning to take his last dose of medicine and go to bed.

Just as he turned around, a small figure appeared in the doorway of the master bedroom.

Felix stood there in his fuzzy pajamas, hugging his little dinosaur pillow, his face scrunched up as he held his stomach with one hand.

"Daddy, my tummy still feels bloated. I can't sleep."

Rhys put down his glass and quickly walked over, crouching down to feel his son's belly.

It was still hard and distended.

He lifted Felix onto the large bed in the master bedroom, wrapped him in the comforter, and sat beside him, gently rubbing his stomach with just the right amount of pressure.

Clara, who had just finished her shower, was drying her hair in the guest bathroom when she heard voices outside. She turned off the hair dryer and followed the sound.

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