The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 90

Rhys lowered his head. "It seems your taste back then really was terrible. Leaving a legend alone to chase after a police officer like me."

It was meant as a joke, a way to break the tension. But to Clara, it landed like something else entirely.

Her taste back then truly had been terrible. She blew off her classes and every perfectly good guy around her, just so she could trail after him like his shadow.

She said, "Yeah, I really was blind."

Rhys's brow twitched, and he turned to look at her. She was much thinner than before, appearing exceptionally frail nestled in the First Class seat.

Rising early today and facing a flight of several hours, she hadn't worn makeup. Her complexion wasn't great, and her lips lacked color.

A tight, restless anger climbed up his chest.

"Have some rest," he said, placing a blanket over her. "I'll wake you when we arrive."

...

The plane entered the stratosphere. The cabin lights dimmed, leaving only a humming silence.

Clara didn't fall asleep; the gaze that occasionally landed on her from beside her made deep sleep impossible. Across the partition, it was also quiet.

Not long after, the flight attendants began meal service.

Rhys put away his tablet and lowered the partition on Clara's side.

"You didn't eat earlier; have some now."

The meal was exquisite. The appetizer was smoked salmon, and for the main course, he chose steak.

Rhys picked the grapes out of his fruit portion, peeled them one by one, put them in a small dish, and pushed it in front of Clara.

"Have some fruit. These grapes look quite sweet."

Clara looked at the small dish of crystal-clear fruit flesh and asked him, "Since when did you have this much patience?"

Rhys laughed. "From now on, whenever you want to eat them, I'll peel them for you."

Clara pushed the dish away slightly. "I don't eat grapes."

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