The Officer's Runaway Wife and Secret Son novel Chapter 487

Rhys stood there and let out a long breath, deciding to drop the act.

He walked over to her in a few strides, his gaze fixed unabashedly on her face.

"Alright, you caught me."

Clara raised an eyebrow, about to tease him further, but he grabbed her by the wrist.

The next second, Rhys swept her up into his arms.

Lifting her was as easy as picking up a cat. Before Clara could even gasp, he had carried her into the master bedroom.

The door slammed shut behind them with a bang.

"Rhys..."

He pressed her against the door. Before she could finish her sentence, he lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.

His kiss was forceful and urgent. Clara tried to push him away, but he pinned both of her hands above her head against the door with just one of his.

"Dr. Black said some light exercise and breathing training is fine," he mumbled against her lips.

Clara couldn't help but chuckle.

He took advantage of her laughter to deepen the kiss.

Clara was no match for his direct physical dominance, and her breathing quickly became ragged. In the dim light, she could feel his calloused palm tracing the line of her waist, moving slowly upward. The absolute disparity in their strength gave her an unexpected sense of security.

"Clara..." he whispered against her earlobe, his voice husky. "If you don't want this, you can dock me a few more points."

He had her so flustered she couldn't form a complete sentence.

At some point, her hands had gone from pushing him away to clutching the collar of his shirt. As her fingers tightened, they brushed against the chain he wore around his neck.

He had never taken off the necklace that held his wedding ring.

Feeling her touch, Rhys glanced down, then took her hand, pressing it—and the ring beneath it—against his heart.

The bathroom door was ajar, and the sound of dripping water echoed faintly.

From now on, his callsign would never appear on another mission roster.

After returning from the Police Department that day, he shut himself in the study for a long time, not even coming out for lunch.

When Clara knocked on the door, she found him staring blankly at his computer screen, several untitled documents spread across the desk.

She didn't ask what he was doing. She figured he was either saying a final goodbye to his old career or reviewing new intelligence for the command center, so she simply reminded him to take his medication.

She understood the feeling of losing a part of yourself. A farewell like that wasn't something you could get over in a day or two.

All she could do was wait.

Wait for him to come out of it on his own.

Just as he was now waiting for her.

On the day they were to fetch her parents, the family of three drove to Oakridge Avenue to pick them up for a short stay.

Although they were only staying for three or four days, her parents had packed two suitcases and brought a mountain of holiday goods. Her mother alone had filled two large insulated bags with her homemade vegetarian meatballs.