The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 455

Someone knocked on the glass door from the inside.

Clara turned to see Rhys standing there.

He looked at them through the glass, his expression calm, and held up a coffee mug before tilting his head toward the apartment, signaling that it was cold outside and they should come in.

Simon saw this, took half a step aside, and crossed his arms, ready to watch the show.

Clara slid the door open. Rhys came closer and handed them two mugs.

"Just whipped these up. Give them a try."

Simon politely took a couple of sips and dropped the previous topic.

Rhys glanced at what Clara was wearing. "It's cold out here. Come inside when you're done talking so you don't catch a cold." With that, he turned and went back into the living room.

The days slipped by peacefully.

The apartment at Riverside Court began to feel more and more like a normal family home.

Rhys earnestly embraced this somewhat monotonous life.

On sunny days, he'd take Felix out to play.

Young Felix Bridges had clearly inherited his father's athletic talents, showing particular enthusiasm and precision in shooting games. Rhys ended up buying the most expensive membership card at a local family activity center, often spending half the day with his son in the laser tag arena.

On bad weather days, he became a full-time tutor at home, though Felix's endless stream of random questions often stumped him.

He took his medication on schedule every day, and the kitchen became the room he spent the most time in.

Clara didn't have much time for streaming, but she would occasionally send voice messages to her fan group chat, catching up with her long-time followers.

Most of her time was spent helping Simon sift through applications for new streamers for his agency and looking over data sheets.

The two of them rarely brought up the past. She would tell him about household chores or remind him when he needed to go to the hospital for a follow-up scan of his lungs.

He always agreed gently, never arguing.

But the more peaceful life became, the more a familiar ache would well up in Clara's heart.

Many nights, she would lie awake, listening to the faint sounds from the living room—him getting up for water or quietly checking the windows and doors—and all sleep would vanish.

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