The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 77

Arriving at the Johnson family residence, Clara spotted the figure standing by the roadside from a distance.

Margot was dressed all in white, wearing a red scarf, stomping her feet against the cold.

She held two gift boxes in her hands, standing in the freezing wind, occasionally stomping, looking somewhat shrunken and frail.

Rhys pushed the door open before the car even came to a complete stop. He took the gift boxes from her and supported her arm.

Margot looked up and smiled, saying something.

Rhys listened with his head lowered, then raised his hand to tighten her scarf for her.

Clara sat in the car, watching through the windshield.

If it weren't for the divorce papers waiting to be voided at home, Clara would have thought she was the mistress.

The car door opened, and cold wind rushed in.

"Clara, Merry Christmas."

Margot leaned in with a smile. "I'm really sorry to trouble Rhys to pick me up on Christmas. I didn't expect my dad to leave suddenly, leaving me all alone..."

"If you know it's trouble, don't bother people next time." Clara didn't look at her. "Get in, it's cold."

Margot's smile stiffened. She sniffled. "I get carsick easily in the back. Clara, would it be convenient to switch seats?"

Clara replied coolly, "No. I get carsick too."

Margot's face turned pale, then paler. She bit her lower lip and looked toward Rhys.

"Ah, that was thoughtless of me. Clara doesn't like it, so I'll just sit in the back. If it gets really bad, I'll just endure it..."

She moved to open the rear door, but before her hand touched the handle, she was stopped.

Rhys closed the trunk and walked around to look at Clara. "Since when do you get carsick?"

"Just now. If she's carsick, she can take medicine. This is the passenger seat, not a courtesy seat for someone who needs a little extra help. Why should I beat it?"

"No one is asking you to beat it." Rhys reached out his hand to her. "It's just switching seats. Isn't a seat just a seat? Don't always make things so complicated."

The wind continued to blow. Margot stood by the door, turning her head aside and covering her mouth to cough softly twice.

Rhys looked at Clara's unyielding demeanor. After a moment of silence, he opened the rear door himself.

"Clara, get out."

Clara looked up at him. "And if I don't?"

"Then do I have to carry you out? Margot isn't well; can't you yield to her just this once?"

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