The Wife he threw Away (Claire and Lucian) novel Chapter 312

We had barely made it three minutes down the road before I remembered something important.

I immediately turned toward Lucian. “You shouldn’t be driving.”

His hands remained steady on the steering wheel. “I can drive.”

“You were shot.”

“I know.”

“And stabbed.”

“I remember that too.” He retorted.

“Your wounds aren’t completely healed.”

He glanced at me. “Claire.”

“What?”

“I am not made of glass.”

“Yeah, but you don’t need to act like you’re indestructible.”

“I feel fine.”

“You were in a hospital for weeks.”

“And then I spent days recovering at home.”

“Exactly.”

He smiled, still focused on the road.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You think this is funny?”

“A little.”

I shook my head, then turned toward the window, trying not to smile.

For a few moments, neither of us spoke.

The events of the courthouse were still lingering in my mind.

Hart’s testimony, Eva’s stare, the messages, my encounter with Eva in the bathroom…

And that unsettling certainty that someone had been watching me.

I didn’t want to think about it anymore—not right now.

So I said the first thing that came to mind.

“I want Mexican food.”

Lucian looked at me for a second. “Now?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“What kind?”

“I don’t know.”

He laughed. “You don’t know what you want?”

I crossed my arm in front of my chest. “I know I want Mexican food.”

“That narrows it down.”

“Figure it out, sassy.”

Lucian laughed. “You’re the sassy one here,” he said. “And pregnancy has made you demanding.”

“I was always demanding.”

“That is true.”

He took the next turn.

I smiled. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere that sells Mexican food.”

“Good answer.”

A few minutes later, he pulled up outside a small but elegant Mexican restaurant.

“I’ll get it.”

I reached for my seat belt. “I can come.”

“No.”

“Lucian.”

“You’re staying here.”

I frowned. “I am perfectly capable of walking into a restaurant.”

“I know.”

“Then why—”

“Because I want you to stay in the car for five minutes while I get your food.” He stated. “Is that too restrictive?”

I sighed. “Fine.”

He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “I’ll be right back, babe.”

Then he stepped out.

I watched him as he walked into the restaurant. Even after everything that had happened to him, he still moved with that familiar confidence.

Once he was out of sight, I picked up my phone and started scrolling through my messages, trying to distract myself.

Then something caught my eye:

A man.

He was standing across the street, tall, in a dark jacket and dark trousers.

There was nothing particularly unusual about him, except for the fact that he was looking directly at the car.

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