The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 88

She didn't control her strength well, and the jam-covered toast fell onto his cuff.

Rhys looked at the stain on his sleeve and sighed. "I'll go clean this up."

He stood and strode toward the washroom.

Clara picked up the milk, intending to take a sip to calm her nerves, when she noticed someone approaching from the periphery. The figure seemed familiar.

The man walked past her table, then suddenly paused.

"Clara?"

Clara looked up. "Dr... Dr. Carter?"

Noah's eyes narrowed slightly, rippling with a gentle smile. Noah sat in the single armchair opposite Clara.

"What a coincidence to run into you here."

He placed the book in his hand on the small round table. Clara glanced at it; it was a medical text.

Noah asked, "Traveling?"

Clara sat up a bit straighter out of politeness. "Yes, going to Sunbay City. Dr. Carter, you too?"

"Going for a conference. There's a pediatric clinical medicine seminar there; going to listen to the big shots argue."

Noah smiled, his gaze sweeping over her face. "How is your stomach? Have you been eating on time these past few days?"

Clara pressed a hand to her stomach. It hadn’t really hurt lately; she only felt sick to her stomach when she had to look at people she couldn’t stand.

"Much better. Thank you for your concern, Dr. Carter."

"If it were much better, you wouldn't have that complexion."

Noah didn't believe her polite remarks. He fished two candies from his pocket—the same kind as last time—and slid them across the table to her.

"Low blood sugar is the worst thing on an empty stomach. Even if you don't want to eat, keep a candy in your mouth. Otherwise, when the pressure changes, you'll suffer."

Clara looked at the two candies, that sour feeling of being cared for by a stranger surging up again. How could such strange things happen in the world?

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