The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 61

Rhys held her hand as he rang the doorbell, his movements practiced and familiar.

Clara's mother beamed the moment she saw him. "You're finally back! Come in, come in!"

Her father rose from the sofa, turned down the TV volume, and walked over with a jovial grin to help with their bags. "Coming home is enough; why spend money on all this?"

Rhys smiled warmly. "Just some supplements for your health. Clara was worried about you both; she insisted on buying the best."

Clara poked her head out from behind him. "How come you only see him? I'm back too, you know."

Her mother shot her a glance, fussing as she brushed snowflakes off Clara's puffer jacket. "Look at you. You're a grown woman and you still don't know to wear a hat. It's a good thing Rhys is a steady driver. With this snow and your driving skills, how would you have made it home?"

"That's his professional training as a traffic cop, Mom. It's not just for me."

Clara swapped her boots for slippers, walked to the dining table, and popped a freshly fried meatball into her mouth.

"Go wash your hands!" Her mother swatted the back of her hand. "All you know is how to eat. Even Rhys knows to pour your father tea first."

Clara chewed the meatball, watching as Rhys took off his coat, sat opposite her father, and poured water and tea, engaging him in easy conversation about the recent news.

The meatball in her mouth suddenly lost its flavor.

For the past five years, Rhys really had been flawless when it came to her parents.

He never missed a holiday gift or a gesture of respect. Whenever there was an issue at home, big or small, Clara only had to mention it, and he would handle it perfectly.

Initially, when her father found out Rhys was from the Huntington family of Brighton City, he had disapproved. He feared Clara, with her straightforward temper, would be wronged marrying into such a wealthy, high-status family.

It was Rhys who swore oath after oath, spending a year proving himself, before finally winning her father's blessing.

It was so good back then. Why did it have to turn out like this?

Clara couldn't understand it.

"Clara, why are you spacing out? Come to the kitchen and help me wash the vegetables!" her mother hollered.

Clara stood up slowly.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was lively.

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