The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 94

As soon as Clara walked in, she felt every pair of eyes in the place slide to her.

Her dress shimmered under the ambient lights. She had unbuttoned the white shirt and let it hang loosely in the crook of her arms. With every step, the hem of her skirt rippled like water.

Rhys suddenly regretted bringing her here.

He strode to Clara's side, wrapped his arm firmly around her waist, and pulled the shirt back up, wrapping it tightly around her shoulders.

"Wear it properly," he scolded in a low voice close to her ear.

Clara slapped his hand away. "It's hot."

"Hot or not, keep it on."

They looked for a seat near the edge. Rhys wanted one of the booths with dividers—quiet, undisturbed.

As they passed the bar, a man’s voice called out over the music.

"Clara?"

Clara stopped and looked toward the source.

At a long table tucked in the corner, a group of seven or eight young people were gathered. Dressed in T-shirts, shorts, and flip-flops, their table was cluttered with colorful cocktails and dice cups.

Noah had changed out of his suit from the plane. He wore a light grey linen shirt with the top two buttons undone and sleeves rolled up. The relaxed vibe gave him a completely different aura.

Clara smiled. "Dr. Carter."

Rhys saw Noah, and the arm around Clara's waist tightened instantly.

Him again.

Noah set down his drink, hopped off his bar stool, and walked over to them.

"What a coincidence. I didn't think I'd run into you again here."

Noah's gaze lingered for a split second on Rhys's hand clamping Clara's waist before casually drifting away.

Clara smiled politely. "Just came to catch a breeze."

"Let me introduce you," Noah turned slightly, gesturing to the group of curious young adults behind him. "These are colleagues here for the conference, and some interns observing. We're taking a break from the madness to relax."

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