The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 91

She closed her eyes, shutting out the people on either side of her.

For the rest of the flight, neither Noah Carter nor Rhys Huntington spoke another word.

The plate of grapes remained untouched, save for that single one, until the wheels touched the tarmac.

The air in Sunbay City was hot and heavy. The moment Clara stepped out of arrivals, a wall of heat slammed into her.

Rhys pushed the luggage cart ahead of her, glancing back over his shoulder. "Hot? The car is in the garage. I had the AC turned on remotely, so it'll be cool inside."

When they reached the vehicle, despite the earlier agreement that Clara would drive, Rhys pulled open the passenger door. He placed a hand against the roof frame to protect her head, signaling for her to get in.

Clara slid into the seat. The air conditioning was indeed blasting.

He was always thorough.

"We'll check into the hotel first, then I'll take you to dinner," Rhys said as he started the engine. "I booked a table at a seafood place right by the water. It's that viral spot you mentioned a while back. Supposed to have a great atmosphere."

Clara’s interest was non-existent. "Whatever."

The car merged onto Seaside Boulevard.

The ocean stretched out to their right, a blue so vivid it looked almost artificial.

The hotel Rhys had chosen was part of an ultra-luxury resort composed of private, secluded villas. Check-in at the lobby was swift, and a bellhop soon ferried them to their accommodation in a golf cart.

"Sir, here is the overwater villa you reserved," the bellhop said brightly as he carried their luggage inside. "Per your special request, all pillows in the master bedroom have been replaced with hypoallergenic latex, and the whole-house humidifiers are running to maintain constant moisture levels."

Clara stood in the center of the living room, looking around.

The villa was built on stilts over the water, surrounded by the ocean on three sides. Sections of the floor were made of reinforced glass, offering a stunning view of the fish swimming beneath their feet.

But...Hypoallergenic pillows? Humidifiers?

Clara turned to look at Rhys.

He was busy tipping the bellhop and didn't notice her gaze.

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